To one who has been long in city pent, โTis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, โ to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
John KeatsA thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
John KeatsIn a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
John Keatsit struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.
John Keats