It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats

It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
The Public is a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. – John Keats
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. – John Keats