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I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.

John Keats

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.
JOHN KEATS

Expression Forever Gold Myself Silence Talk Time
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
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Bright Grace Kiss Smile Sweet Yourself
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
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Choice Despair Energy Myself
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Beautiful Reality True
To stay youthful, stay useful.
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Inspirational One Liner Stay Youth
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.
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Kiss Live Love Misery Myself Soul Thankful
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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Fair Joy Love Rest
The air is all softness.
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One Liner Soft
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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Feeling Healing
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
JOHN KEATS

Greatness Work
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
JOHN KEATS

Intelligence Necessary Pain Philosophy See Soul Trouble World
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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Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings
Death is Life’s high meed.
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Death Life One Liner
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

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