What did John Keats mean by: Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty? - John Keats Poet · England Copy
+ When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain”. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Brain, Death, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ The imagination may be compared to Adam’s dream-he awoke and found it truth. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Dream, Imagination, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ Death is Life’s high meed. Feraz Zeid, November 3, 2023December 26, 2023, John Keats, Death, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Silence, Winter, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Beauty, Philosophy, Truth, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart’s lightness from the merriment of May? Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Heart, Sorrow, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Flower, Poison, Spring, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
+ She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Keats, Dragons, Sleep, 0 - John Keats Poet · England
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
I’m not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Liberty is obedience to the law which one has laid down for oneself Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it’s over. It’s over. - Jeff Buckley Singer-songwriter
