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)

Date: 1817

"Full many a dreary hour have I past, / My brain bewilder'd, and my mind o'ercast / With heaviness."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"And then in quiet circles did they press / The hillock turf, and caught the latter end / Of some strange history, potent to send / A young mind from its bodily tenement."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, / That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind "

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"[L]ove doth scathe, / The gentle heart, as northern blasts do roses"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The "springing verdure" of the heart may be frosted

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"His heart leapt up as to its rightful throne"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

Love is a fluttering in the heart or rather a "Young feather'd tyrant"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"I knew, I knew / There was a place untenanted in it: / In that same void white Chastity shall sit, / And monitor me nightly to lone slumber"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The soul knits "wingedly" with "the orbed drop of light" that is love

— Keats, John (1795-1821)