What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
JOHN KEATSWith a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
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The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
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I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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To stay youthful, stay useful.
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If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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The air is all softness.
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And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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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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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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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
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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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I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
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How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
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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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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 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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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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O aching time! O moments big as years!
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Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
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Love is my religion – I could die for it.
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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.
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Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
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