Author: John Keats

Cited by

• Jandy Nelson (1)
  • IN: I'll Give You the Sun (2014) Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "I believe in nothing by the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of the imagination."
    FROM: Letter to friend, (1891), Letter, UK
• Richard Yates (1)
  • IN: Revolutionary Road (1989) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "Alas! when passion is both meek, and wild!"
    FROM: Isabella, or the Pot of Basil, (1820), Poem, UK
• Ali Smith (1)
  • IN: Autumn (2016) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: If I am destinied to be happy with you here -- How short is the longest life
    FROM: To Fanny Brawne, (1819), Letter, UK
• Armistead Maupin (1)
  • IN: The Night Listener (2000) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I am certain of nothing / but the holiness of the heart's affections / and the truth of imagination.
    FROM: To Benjamin Bailey, (1817), Letter, UK
• Scott Fitzgerald (1)
  • IN: Tender is the Night (1933) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Already with thee! tender is the night... but here there is no light, Save what from heavens is with the breezes blown Through verduous glooms and w inding mossy ways.
    FROM: Ode to a Nightinggale, (1819), Poem, UK
• Jo Walton (2)
  • IN: Necessity (2016) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: What leaf'fringed legends haunt about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In tempe or the dales or Arkady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
    FROM: Ode on a Grecian Urn, (1820), Poem, UK
• Romesh Gunesekera (1)
  • IN: The Prisoner of Paradise (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
    FROM: Endymion, (1818), Poem, UK
• Bharati Mukherjee (1)
  • IN: The Holder of the World (1993) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time...
    FROM: Ode on a Grecian Urn, (1820), Poem, UK
• Chung Yee Chong (1)
  • IN: Five Takes (1974) Poetry, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: He answer'd, bending to her open eyes / where he was mirror'd small in paradise
    FROM: Lamia. Part II, (1820), Poem, UK
• Adele Griffin (2)
  • IN: The Unfinished Life of Addison Stone (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I want a brighter word than bright
    FROM: Letter to Fanny Brawne, (1819), Letter, UK
• Sonya Sones (1)
  • IN: To Be Perfectly Honest (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
    FROM: Ode on a Grecian Urn, (1820), Poem, UK
• Tasha Alexander (2)
  • IN: And Only to Deceive (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
    FROM: On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, (1816), Poem, UK
  • IN: And Only To Deceive (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deepbrow'd Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He star'dat the Pacific - and all his men Look'd at each other with a warm surmise - Silent, upon a peak in Darien
    FROM: On First Looking into Chapman's Homer, (1816), Poem, UK
• Mia Garcia (2)
  • IN: Even if the Sky Falls (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
  • IN: Even the Sky Falls (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
    FROM: Letter to Fanny Brawne, (1819), Letter, UK
• Thomas Hardy (1)
  • IN: The Return of the Native (1878) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: To sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly, She is so constant to me, and so kind. I would deceive her, And so leave her, But ah! she is so constant and so kind.
    FROM: Endymion, (1818), Poem, UK
• Katy Moran (1)
  • IN: Hidden Among Us (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
    FROM: La Belle Dame Sans Merci, (1819), Poem, UK
• Avery Williams (1)
  • IN: The Alchemy of Forever (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: He ne'er is crown'd With immortality, who fears to follow Where airy voices lead.
    FROM: "Endymion", (1818), Poem, UK
• Carol Drinkwater (1)
  • IN: The Forgotten Summer (2016) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days -- three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
    FROM: Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne, (2009), Poem, UK
• Jonathan Janz (1)
  • IN: House of Skin (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful -- a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
    FROM: La Belle Dame sans Merci, (1819), Poem, UK
• Robert Parker (1)
  • IN: Pale Kings and Princes (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cried—'La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall.
    FROM: La Belle Dame sans Merci, (1819), Poem, UK
• Francesca Melandri (1)
  • IN: Eva Sleeps (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Call the world, if you please the 'vale of Soul-making.' Then you will find out the use of the world.
    FROM: Letter to George and Georgiana Keats, (1810), Letter, UK
• Reginald Hill (1)
  • IN: An April Shroud (1975) Fiction, Crime, American
    EPIGRAPH: … the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud That fosters the droop-headed flowers all And hides the green hill in an April shroud…
    FROM: Ode on Melancholy, (1820), Poem, UK
• Jacob Rubin (1)
  • IN: The Poser (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ... or if a Sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel.
    FROM: Letter to Benjamin Bailey (November 22, 1817), (1817), Letter, UK
• Andrea Semple (1)
  • IN: The Makeup Girl (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Beauty is truth.
    FROM: "Ode on a Grecian Urn", (1819), Poem, UK
• David Brin (1)
  • IN: Kiln People (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute how who why who Betwixt damnation and impassion’d clay Must I burn through … But when I am consumed in the Fire, Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.
    FROM: On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again, (1608), Poem, UK
• Philip Roth (1)
  • IN: Everyman (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow...
    FROM: Ode to a Nightingale, (1819), Poem, UK
• Ron Rash (1)
  • IN: The Cove (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep:
    FROM: The Eve of St. Ages, (1820), Poem, UK
• Dan Simmons (2)
  • IN: The Fall of Hyperion (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The Imagination may be compared to Adam’s dream—he awoke and found it truth.
    FROM: Letter to his friend, (1817), Letter, UK
• Ewan Lawrie (1)
  • IN: Gibbous House (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: He has no identity; he is continually in for -- and filling -- some other body.
    FROM: letter to Richard Woodhouse, (1818), Letter, UK
• Stuart Dybek (1)
  • IN: Paper Lantern: Love Stories (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What mad pursiot? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What a wild ecstasy?
    FROM: Ode on Grecian Urn, (1819), Poem, UK
• Tintania Hardie (1)
  • IN: The House of Wind (2011) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
    FROM: Vale of Soul Making, (1819), Letter, UK
• Stuart Dyber (1)
  • IN: Paper Lantern Love Stories (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
    FROM: "Ode on a Grecian Urn", (1819), Poem, UK
• Ruth Dugdall (1)
  • IN: The Sacrificial Man (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
    FROM: Ode to a Nightingale, (1819), Poem, UK
• Joseph Conrad (1)
  • IN: Typhoon (1902) Novella, British
    EPIGRAPH: Far as the mariner on highest mast Can see all around upon the clamed vast, So wide was Neptune's hall ...
    FROM: Endymion, (1818), Poem, UK
• Jo Putney, Mary (1)
  • IN: The Wild Child (1999) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a faery’s child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
    FROM: “Le Belle Dame Sans Merci", (1819), Poem, UK
• Susan Vreeland (1)
  • IN: Girl in Hyacinth Blue (1999) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Thou still unravished bride of quietness Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time... Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
    FROM: NULL, (1819), Poem, UK
• Marie Corelli (1)
  • IN: Ardath (1889) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: What merest whim Seems all this poor endeavor after Fame To one who keeps within his steadfast aim A love immortal, an Immortal too! Look not so 'wildered, for these things are true And never can be borne of atomics That buzz about our slumbers like brain-flies Leaving us fancy-sick. No, I am sure My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury. Unless it did, though fearfully, espy A HOPE BEYOND THE SHADOW OF A DREAM!
    FROM: NULL, (None), Poem, UK