The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATSYou are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
More John Keats Quotes
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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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The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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That which is creative must create itself.
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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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O aching time! O moments big as years!
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Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
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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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I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
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And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
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Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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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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