Date: 1817

"When by my solitary hearth I sit, / And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"These will in throngs before my mind intrude."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"Stay! an inward frown / Of conscience bids me be more calm awhile."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"But what is higher beyond thought than thee?"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

Thoughts may "nourish up the flame / Within [the] breast"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

Thoughts may come round us, "as of leaves budding--fruit ripening in stillness" etc.

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"The thought thereof is awful, sweet, and holy, / Chacing away all worldliness and folly; / Coming sometimes like fearful claps of thunder, Or the low rumblings earth's regions under; / And sometimes like a gentle whispering / Of all the secrets of some wond'rous thing / That breathes about u...

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"A sense of real things come doubly strong, / And, like a muddy stream, would bear along / My soul to nothingness."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"On this scroll thou seest written in characters fair / A sun-beamy tale of a wreath, and a chain; / And, warrior, it nurtures the property rare / Of charming my mind from the trammels of pain."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"When some bright thought has darted through my brain: / Through all that day I've felt a greater pleasure / Than if I'd brought to light a hidden treasure."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)