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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!

John Keats

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
JOHN KEATS

Attachment Invention Ourselves Separate World
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Earth Need Truth Yourself
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
JOHN KEATS

Deep Melody Sweet
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
JOHN KEATS

Man Poet Power Talk
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
JOHN KEATS

Bird Divine Sing Truth
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.
JOHN KEATS

Focus Happiness Invention Myself Taste Yourself
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
JOHN KEATS

Believe I Love You Myself
Stop and consider! life is but a day
JOHN KEATS

Day Life Stop
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
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
JOHN KEATS

Dance Flower Myself Soul Steal
And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
JOHN KEATS

Each Other Eyes Kiss Love Relationship
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself
O aching time! O moments big as years!
JOHN KEATS

Big Hurt Moments Time
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.
JOHN KEATS

Earth Nature Ourselves Play Sea Sky
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
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Advice Deep Flower Juice Poison Rich

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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