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And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.

John Keats

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
JOHN KEATS

Death Divorce Greatness Land Sea Separate Weakness
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.
JOHN KEATS

Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
JOHN KEATS

Hands Herself Himself Kiss
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
JOHN KEATS

Death Love Myself Religion
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Fans Heaven Madness Paradise
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
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
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
JOHN KEATS

Death Faith Love Myself Togetherness Touch Yourself
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
JOHN KEATS

Bird Divine Sing Truth
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
JOHN KEATS

Mental Pursue Pursuit Reality Worth
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.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Live Love Misery Myself Soul Thankful
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Love Principle
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
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

And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.

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