I have so much of you in my heart.
JOHN KEATSAnd when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
More John Keats Quotes
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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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I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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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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All writing is a form of prayer.
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What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or 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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I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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That which is creative must create itself.
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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
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Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
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You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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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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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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I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
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Stop and consider! life is but a day
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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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How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
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Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
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I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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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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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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