John Keats

But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?

But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?

I long to believe in immortality. . . . If I am destined to be
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I long to believe in immortality. . . . If I am destined to be
happy with you here--how short is the longest life. I wish to
believe in immortality--I wish to live with you forever.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
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When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury--he has never done
With his delights, for when tired out with fun,
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

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

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