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She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

John Keats

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
JOHN KEATS

Man Poet Power Talk
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
JOHN KEATS

Better Human Nature View
Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
JOHN KEATS

Freedom Kill Liberty Love Memories Talk Touch
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
JOHN KEATS

Experience Illustration Life Reality Yourself
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Beautiful Reality True
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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Imagination Monk Myself Temple
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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One Liner Queen Secret
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
JOHN KEATS

Experience Reality
Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
JOHN KEATS

Bright Listening Moon Night Stars Talk Time
There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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Future Night
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
JOHN KEATS

Affection Heart Holy Imagination Myself Truth
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Advice Deep Flower Juice Poison Rich
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Breathe Dreams Health Joy Love Quiet Sleep
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bed Flower Head Myself
And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
JOHN KEATS

Each Other Eyes Kiss Love Relationship

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