Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. – John Keats

Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. – John Keats
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. – 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