There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman — they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. – John Keats
There is nothing stable in the world uproars your only music. – John Keats
I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman — they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. – John Keats
Beauty is truth, truth beauty, – that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. – John Keats
Poetry should… should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. – John Keats