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There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.

John Keats

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
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Intelligence Necessary Pain Philosophy See Soul Trouble World
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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Future Night
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
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Believe I Love You Myself
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?
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Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine
Stop and consider! life is but a day
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Day Life Stop
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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Bird Divine Sing Truth
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
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Breathe Love Selfish Yourself
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
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Man Poet Power Talk
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
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Day Myself World Writing
As the Swiss inscription says: “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
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Expression Forever Gold Myself Silence Talk Time
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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Feeling Healing
I want a brighter word than bright.
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Bright Myself Word
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.
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Art Bright Forever Nature Night Patience Sleep Stars
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion

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