A Quote by John Keats

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead. — © John Keats
He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.
Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor ne'er can be sincere.
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.
Our days of praise shall ne'er be past While life, and thought, and being last, And immortality endures.
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Wouldst thou wisely, and with pleasure, Pass the days of life's short measure, From the slow one counsel take, But a tool of him ne'er make; Ne'er as friend the swift one know, Nor the constant one as foe.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Tis strange the miser should his cares employTo gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;Is it less strange the prodigal should wasteHis wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
But in the hero ne'er forget the man.
We ne'er can be Made happy by compulsion.
Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.
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