Maxioms by John Keats
Oh for a life of sensations rather than thoughts.
Oh for a life of sensations rather than thoughts.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; read more
A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer read more
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
