My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
JOHN KEATSThere is an old saying “well begun is half done”-’tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all ’til half done.
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Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
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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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If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
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The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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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 only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
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Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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There is an old saying “well begun is half done”-’tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all ’til half done.
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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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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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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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