I always made an awkward bow. – John Keats
I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman — they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. – John Keats
I always made an awkward bow. – John Keats
I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman — they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. – John Keats
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel. – John Keats
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify – so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish. – John Keats
Ah, if he could have plunged up into the clouds, so as to sweep thereon through the undulating heavens over the boundless earth!—ah, if he could have floated with the flower-fragrance over the flowers,—could have streamed with the wind over the summits, through the woods! – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,