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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.

John Keats

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion
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
An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
JOHN KEATS

Knowledge Mystery Need People Thinking
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
JOHN KEATS

Affection Heart Holy Imagination Myself Truth
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
JOHN KEATS

History Law Monster Natural Thinking
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
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
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
JOHN KEATS

Heart Love Moon Move Myself Yourself
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Reality True
You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
JOHN KEATS

Break Company Death Hurt Love Myself Pain Togetherness Yourself
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
JOHN KEATS

Believe I Love You Myself
Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
JOHN KEATS

Avoid Care Experience Mistake
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy Love Wisdom
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
JOHN KEATS

Book French Fruit Music Play
The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Soft

But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.

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