What did John Keats mean by: The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it. - John Keats Poet · England Copy
+ Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter Feraz Zeid, April 25, 2023January 10, 2024, John Keats, Sweet, Unheard, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings! Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Heaven, Sky, Wings, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies! Feraz Zeid, September 4, 2023December 26, 2023, John Keats, Eye, Lows, Sleep, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Keys, Soul, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Love, Metaphysical, Poet, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood. Feraz Zeid, October 29, 2023December 26, 2023, John Keats, Perpetual, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Keats, Discouraged, Failure, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
The purpose of art is to console and amuse—myself, and, I hope, others. - Ludwig Bemelmans Illustrator · Austria
Art is triumphant when it can use convention as an instrument of its own purpose. - W. Somerset Maugham Playwright and novelist · United Kingdom
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
