John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.
I was too much in solitude, and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought, as an only resource.
If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to live with you for ever.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?---"On death
You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you.
I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.
For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?