blog me tender

According to John Keats..

meditate on some truth/beauty/imagination

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one’s soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.

The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.