Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
I would jump down Etna for any public good — but I hate a mawkish popularity. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
I would jump down Etna for any public good — but I hate a mawkish popularity. – John Keats
Theres a blush for won t, and a blush for shant, and a blush for having done it: Theres a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it. – 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