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 excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate. – John Keats