Maxioms by John Keats
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of read more
Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies.
He ne'er is crowned with immortality
Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
He ne'er is crowned with immortality
Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.
A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.
