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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

John Keats

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

Man Poet Power Talk
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
JOHN KEATS

Bird Divine Sing Truth
As the Swiss inscription says: “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
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Expression Forever Gold Myself Silence Talk Time
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
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Death Love Myself Religion
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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Experience Reality
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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Death Earth Hot Myself Poetry Run Sun Voice
That which is creative must create itself.
JOHN KEATS

Creation Creativity Deep One Liner Wisdom
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Live Love Misery Myself Soul Thankful
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
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Attachment Invention Ourselves Separate World
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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Each Other Eyes Kiss Love Relationship
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATS

Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
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Art Bed Flower Head Myself
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
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Experience Illustration Life Reality Yourself
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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Day End Sweet

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

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