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)

Date: 1818

The soul may be weeded of care

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"A scowl is sometimes on his brow, but who / Look full upon it feel anon the blue / Of his fair eyes run liquid through their souls."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)