I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the hearts affections, and the truth of imagination. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the hearts affections, and the truth of imagination. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – 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