That which is creative must create itself.
JOHN KEATSI wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
More John Keats Quotes
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I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
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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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Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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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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I 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.
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Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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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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You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
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You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
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What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
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To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
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She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
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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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To stay youthful, stay useful.
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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
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That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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