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

John Keats

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.
JOHN KEATS

Bad Beginning Myself Old
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
JOHN KEATS

Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
JOHN KEATS

Fair Joy Love Rest
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Love Principle
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Rose Togetherness
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
JOHN KEATS

Book French Fruit Music Play
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Healing
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
JOHN KEATS

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

Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
JOHN KEATS

Each Other Eyes Kiss Love Relationship
All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Prayer Writing
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
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
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
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
JOHN KEATS

Dance Flower Myself Soul Steal

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

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