You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
JOHN KEATSI love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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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Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
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I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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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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I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
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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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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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Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
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Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
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