Brian Haslett

“O may these joys be ripe before I die.”
― John Keats, The Complete Poems

“Watching the sailing cloudlet’s bright career,
He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.”
― John Keats, The Complete Poems

“Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain
Clings cruelly to us”
― John Keats, The Complete Poems

“But strength alone, though of the Muses born,
Is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,
Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres
Delight it; for it feeds upon the burrs,
And thorns of life; forgetting the great end
Of Poesy, that it should be a friend
To soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.”
― John Keats, The Complete Poems