If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
John KeatsOr thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees.
John KeatsThe excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
John KeatsThis living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.
John Keats