It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. – 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
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. – 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
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate. – John Keats
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days — three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. – John Keats