As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.
John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Source: The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 27.
Contributed by: Zaady
The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.
Source: The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 4.
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'-that is all Ye know on earth, and all Ye need to know.
Source: Ode on a Grecian Urn
Happy the people whose annals are blank in history-books.
Source: Life of Frederick the Great. Book xvi. Chap. i.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.
Source: Ode on a Grecian Urn (1820)
That large utterance of the early gods!
Source: Hyperion. Book i.
Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
Source: Ode on a Grecian Urn.
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!
So many, and so many, and such glee.
Source: Endymion. Book iv.
To sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind.
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