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Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

John Keats

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Death Friendship Immortal Memories Myself Principle Proud Remember Time Work
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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Art Excellence Inspirational Intense Motivational Myself One Liner
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
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
JOHN KEATS

Heart Love Moon Move Myself Yourself
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATS

Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
JOHN KEATS

Death Love Myself Religion
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
Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
JOHN KEATS

Blessing Greatness Health Hope Live
Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
JOHN KEATS

Creation Dreams Life Suffering Wake Up
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
JOHN KEATS

Focus Happiness Invention Myself Taste Yourself
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
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
JOHN KEATS

Greatness Work
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
JOHN KEATS

Myself Place Soul Tears World
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
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful One Liner Truth

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

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