Date: 1848

"Could taste so nauseous to the bodily sense, / As these prodigious sycophants disgust / The soul's fine palate. "

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

Date: 1848

"Indeed you are too fair: / The swan, soft leaning on her fledgy breast, / When to the stream she launches, looks not back / With such a tender grace; nor are her wings / So white as your soul is, if that but be / Twin-picture to your face."

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

Date: 1848

The soul may be spotted

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

Date: 1848

" Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"I cannot see, / Fancy is dead and drunken at its goal"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"When I have fears that I may cease to be / Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain [...] "

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"It is often obscure, often half-told; for he who wrote it, in his clear seeing of the things beneath, may have been impatient of detailed interpretations; for if we choose to dwell upon it and trace it, it will lead us always securely back to that metropolis of the soul’s dominion from which we ...

— Ruskin, John (1819-1900)