John Keats ( 10 of 38 )
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.
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?
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth.
Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; read more
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And though to leave her far away behind;
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To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And though to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly:
She is so constant to me, and so kind.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
