Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel. – John Keats
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel. – John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness. – John Keats