John Keats

A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.

A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven;
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
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There was an awful rainbow once in heaven;
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings.

Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf;
He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself.
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Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf;
He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself.
O that they knew, these overdrest self-lovers,
What hides the body oft the mind discovers.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

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.