O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet the Evening listens. – John Keats
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object. – John Keats

O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet the Evening listens. – John Keats
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object. – John Keats
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. – 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