Maxioms by John Keats
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
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.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
