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The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

John Keats

Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
JOHN KEATS

Freedom Kill Liberty Love Memories Talk Touch
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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Advice Deep Flower Juice Poison Rich
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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Dreams Fantasy Herself Sea Soft Tremble
You are always new to me.
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Love Relationship Yourself
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
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Art Bed Flower Head Myself
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
JOHN KEATS

Intelligence Necessary Pain Philosophy See Soul Trouble World
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Grace Kiss Smile Sweet Yourself
Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
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Bright Listening Moon Night Stars Talk Time
The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
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Intellectual Mindset Strength Thinking
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
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Death Love Myself Religion
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
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Myself Place Soul Tears World
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
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Feeling Full Poet Reading Writing
The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
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Bright Creature Eyes Purpose
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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Bird Divine Sing Truth
To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
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One Liner Repeat Silence
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

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

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