To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.
John KeatsMy mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses
John Keats--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
John KeatsI am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heartโs affections and the truth of the Imagination โ What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth โ whether it existed before or not โ for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . .
John Keats