Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
JOHN KEATSWhatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
More John Keats Quotes
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That which is creative must create itself.
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You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
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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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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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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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We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
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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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The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
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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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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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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
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Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
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Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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I don’t need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever.
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