There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats

There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
The Public is a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. – John Keats