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 KeatsTag: dying
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
John KeatsTag: 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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