What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
JOHN KEATSEven bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
More John Keats Quotes
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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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Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
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I want a brighter word than bright.
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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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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
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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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You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.
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There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
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I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
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The air is all softness.
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