Maxioms by John Keats
Oh for a life of sensations rather than thoughts.
Oh for a life of sensations rather than thoughts.
O, sorrow!
Why dost borrow
Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
O, sorrow!
Why dost borrow
Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And though to leave her far away behind;
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To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And though to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly:
She is so constant to me, and so kind.
And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds.
- John Keats,
And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds.
- John Keats,
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
