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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

John Keats

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Repeat Silence
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
JOHN KEATS

Hands Herself Himself Kiss
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
JOHN KEATS

Forever Silence Thinking
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
JOHN KEATS

Death Faith Love Myself Togetherness Touch Yourself
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
JOHN KEATS

History Law Monster Natural Thinking
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
JOHN KEATS

Philosophy Poet Virtue
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?
JOHN KEATS

Bright Listening Moon Night Stars Talk Time
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
JOHN KEATS

Ego Lose Love Yourself
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
JOHN KEATS

Beyond Dreams Hope Shadow
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Rose Togetherness
Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.
JOHN KEATS

Encouragement Experience Failure Positive
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy One Liner
Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
JOHN KEATS

Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

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