"Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so d...

A drainless shower of light is poesy 'tis the supreme of power 'tis might half slumb'ring on its own right arm.
~ John Keats ~












A drainless shower of light is poesy 'tis the supreme of power 'tis might half slumb'ring on its o...
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"If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
"Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient...
"No one can usurp the heights...But those to whom the miseries of the worldAre misery, and will not let them rest.
"Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.
"Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
"The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.
"Besides, a long poem is a test of invention, which I take to be the Polar star of Poetry, as Fancy is the sails - and Imagination the rudder.
"Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
"The poetry of the earth is never dead.
"I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
"You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd m...
"Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,To take into the air my...
"To SorrowI bade good morrow,And thought to leave her far away behind;But cheerly, cheerly,She loves me dearly;She is so constant to me, and so kind.
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that roun...