An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
JOHN KEATSThou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
More John Keats Quotes
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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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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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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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You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
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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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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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Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
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There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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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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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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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
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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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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.
JOHN KEATS