KEATS, John Quotes
(1795-1821), English poet
Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness.
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid.
Let me have music dying, and I seek no more delight.
Undescribed sounds, that come a-swooning over hollow grounds, and wither drearily on barren moors.
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