John-keats Quotes

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.

You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the...

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?---"On death

And in a mad tranceStrike with our spirit's knifeInvulnerable nothingsWe decayLike corpses in a char...