“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!” PlaySpiritSongWinningGoalHeardTreeYouthSweetLoversKissingFairsEarsSensualBlissGrievingToneMelodyFadesPipeUnheardOld Love Author:John Keats
“It is not merely the multiplicity of tints, the gladness of tone, or the balminess of the air which delight in the spring; it is the still consecrated spirit of hope, the prophecy of happy days yet to come; the endless variety of nature, with presentiments of eternal flowers which never shall fade, and sympathy with the blessedness of the ever-developing world.” WorldStillsSpiritAirFlowerEternalSpringDelightEndlessVarietyDevelopingToneFadesProphecyMultiplicityGladnessHappy DayBlessedness Author:Novalis