Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
JOHN KEATSBright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.
More John Keats Quotes
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That which is creative must create itself.
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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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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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She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
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There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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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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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.
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We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
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Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
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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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The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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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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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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