Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
JOHN KEATSI have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
More John Keats Quotes
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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
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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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A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
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The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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I have so much of you in my heart.
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Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
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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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Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
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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.
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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
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Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
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Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
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Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
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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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