Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
JOHN KEATSWherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
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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.
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Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?
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You are always new to me.
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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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I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
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Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
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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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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
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Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.
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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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Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
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I want a brighter word than bright.
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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
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