one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another
John KeatsGive me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
John KeatsWhen old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
John KeatsI love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
John Keats