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

John Keats

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
JOHN KEATS

Man Soul World
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Grace Kiss Smile Sweet Yourself
Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
JOHN KEATS

Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Repeat Silence
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
JOHN KEATS

Mental Pursue Pursuit Reality Worth
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
JOHN KEATS

Happiness Live Love Myself Relationship Summer Yourself
I want a brighter word than bright.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Myself Word
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Growth Land Man
O aching time! O moments big as years!
JOHN KEATS

Big Hurt Moments Time
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
JOHN KEATS

Philosophy Poet Virtue
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
JOHN KEATS

Cloud Existence Fantasy Forever Myself
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
JOHN KEATS

Art Beautiful Excellence Intense Relationship Truth
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Earth Need Truth Yourself
Stop and consider! life is but a day
JOHN KEATS

Day Life Stop

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

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