Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
JOHN KEATSThe feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
More John Keats Quotes
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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.
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That which is creative must create itself.
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The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
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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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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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Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
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Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
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Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
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There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
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As the Swiss inscription says: “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
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