I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
JOHN KEATSEverything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
More John Keats Quotes
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Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
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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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And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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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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Death is Life’s high meed.
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The air is all softness.
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When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
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Love is my religion – I could die for it.
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There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
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Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
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Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
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I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
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The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
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I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
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What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
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You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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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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Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
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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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