Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. – 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
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. – 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
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness. – John Keats