We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
John KeatsIt is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.
John KeatsBut let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!
John KeatsThere is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.
John Keats