James Wood, comp. Dictionary of Quotations. 1899.

Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever; / Its loveliness increases; it will never / Pass into nothingness.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty—that is all / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

He never is crowned / With immortality, who fears to follow / Where airy voices lead.

Hear ye not the hum / Of mighty workings?

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.His epitaph.

Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings.

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

There is no fiercer hell than failure in a great object.