Maxioms by John Keats
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
And shade the violets,
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
And shade the violets,
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth.
Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence.
Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings?
Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings?
