A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
Quotations by:
Keats, John
O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried — “La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” — that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days — three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.