Maxioms by John Keats
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
And shade the violets,
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
And shade the violets,
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
St Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.
St Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.
Oh for a life of sensations rather than thoughts.
Oh for a life of sensations rather than thoughts.
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
