Maxioms by John Keats
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
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.
