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

John Keats

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!
JOHN KEATS

Freedom Happiness Heaven Lie Mindset Religion Shine Space
Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
JOHN KEATS

Blessing Greatness Health Hope Live
To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Repeat Silence
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
JOHN KEATS

Art Excellence Inspirational Intense Motivational Myself One Liner
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.
JOHN KEATS

Death Earth Hot Myself Poetry Run Sun Voice
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
JOHN KEATS

Dance Flower Myself Soul Steal
I don’t need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever.
JOHN KEATS

Myself Need Night Shine Stars Yourself
I have so much of you in my heart.
JOHN KEATS

Heart Love Relationship Yourself
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
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
I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
JOHN KEATS

Choice Despair Energy Myself
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
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Full Poet Reading Writing
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
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
JOHN KEATS

Better Human Nature View
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
JOHN KEATS

Hands Herself Himself Kiss

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