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.
JOHN KEATSLife is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
More John Keats Quotes
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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
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Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
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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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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
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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.
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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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Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
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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.
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