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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?

John Keats

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
JOHN KEATS

Book French Fruit Music Play
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
JOHN KEATS

Man Poet Power Talk
There is an old saying “well begun is half done”-’tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all ’til half done.
JOHN KEATS

Bad Beginning Myself Old
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
JOHN KEATS

Deep Melody Sweet
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATS

Breathe Love Selfish Yourself
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
JOHN KEATS

Death Love Myself Religion
I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
JOHN KEATS

Existence Feeling Habit Leadership Myself Reality
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Love Principle
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Queen Secret
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy One Liner
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Consider Greatness Poet
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy Love Wisdom
The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Soft
You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
JOHN KEATS

Love Moments Myself Present Yourself
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
JOHN KEATS

Myself Place Soul Tears World

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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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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