John Keats ( 10 of 38 )
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.
A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
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.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
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.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; read more
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, read more
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen-
For what listen they?
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence.
