I always made an awkward bow. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats

I always made an awkward bow. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
Beauty is truth, truth beauty, – that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. – John Keats
Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works. – John Keats