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

John Keats

You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
JOHN KEATS

Love Moments Myself Present Yourself
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
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
Stop and consider! life is but a day
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Day Life Stop
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
JOHN KEATS

Forever Silence Thinking
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
JOHN KEATS

Cruelty Happiness Pain Pleasure Visit
All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Prayer Writing
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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Failure Greatness Myself
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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History Law Monster Natural Thinking
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
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.
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Art Bright Forever Nature Night Patience Sleep Stars
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
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
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Greatness Work
One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Mindset Mystery Oneself
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?
JOHN KEATS

Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine
To stay youthful, stay useful.
JOHN KEATS

Inspirational One Liner Stay Youth
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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Imagination Monk Myself Temple
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
JOHN KEATS

Body Mindset Myself Oneself
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
JOHN KEATS

Heart Love Moon Move Myself 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
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy Love Wisdom
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Fans Heaven Madness Paradise
Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
JOHN KEATS

Mindset Original Thinking
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
I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
JOHN KEATS

Believe Forever Immortality Live Yourself

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