But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATSI almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
More John Keats Quotes
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How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
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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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I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
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Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
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A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
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One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
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Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
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Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
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An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
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You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
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