My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. – John Keats
Beauty is truth, truth beauty, – that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. – John Keats
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. – John Keats
Beauty is truth, truth beauty, – that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. – 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
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. – John Keats