Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
JOHN KEATS
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
More John Keats Quotes
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Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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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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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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Love is my religion – I could die for it.
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Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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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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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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A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
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I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
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Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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