Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death
John KeatsI have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank loveโbut if you should deny me the thousand and firstโโt would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
John KeatsO Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings
John KeatsNor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.
John Keats