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Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.

John Keats

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Healing
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
JOHN KEATS

Greatness Work
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
JOHN KEATS

Book French Fruit Music Play
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Rose Togetherness
The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Creature Eyes Purpose
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bed Flower Head Myself
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy One Liner
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
JOHN KEATS

Death Faith Love Myself Togetherness Touch Yourself
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
JOHN KEATS

Breathe Love Selfish Yourself
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Herself Hurt Love Memories Myself
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Fans Heaven Madness Paradise
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
JOHN KEATS

Bliss End Kiss Soft Vow
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
JOHN KEATS

Day Myself World Writing
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
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.
JOHN KEATS

Focus Happiness Invention Myself Taste Yourself
One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Mindset Mystery Oneself

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.

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