Beauty is truth, truth beauty
John KeatsMy love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
John KeatsWhen I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die: And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding Adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee mouths sips:
John Keatstis very sweet to look into the fair
and open face of heaven, - to breathe a prayer
full in the smile of the blue firmament.
The imagination may be compared to adams dream. He awoke and found it truth.
John KeatsI have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.
John KeatsMots clés dying
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
John KeatsMots clés life experience reality
Nada es estable en el mundo. El tumulto es vuestra única música.
John KeatsLove is my religion--I could die for it.
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