HB John Keats 1795 31 Oct

A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
John Keats 1795-1821 Endymion. Book i.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
John Keats 1795-1821 Lamia. Part ii.

Then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
John Keats