Maxioms by John Keats
O, sorrow!
Why dost borrow
Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
O, sorrow!
Why dost borrow
Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.
A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."
He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."
