It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Nothing ever becomes real ’til it is experienced.
If we could get our parents to read to their preschool children fifteen minutes a day, we could revolutionize the schools. DR. RUTH LOVE
… the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.
The Imagination may be compared to Adam’s dream–he awoke and found it truth.
As inscribed on John Keats’ tombstone:
contains all that was Mortal,
YOUNG ENGLISH POET,
on his Death Bed,
in the Bitterness of his Heart,
at the Malicious Power of his Enemies
these Words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone:
“Here lies One
Whose Name was writ in Water.”
Feb 24 1821
I have so much of you in my heart
The two divinest things the world has got- A lovely woman and a rural spot.
You are to me an object so intensely desirable that the air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy