A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness. – John Keats
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. – John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness. – John Keats
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. – 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