But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATSGive me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
More John Keats Quotes
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Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
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I want a brighter word than bright.
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I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
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Stop and consider! life is but a day
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Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
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She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
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I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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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.
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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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All writing is a form of prayer.
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What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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