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There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.

John Keats

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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Intelligence Necessary Pain Philosophy See Soul Trouble World
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
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Fragile Life Tree Way
You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
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Love Moments Myself Present Yourself
All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Prayer Writing
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Philosophy Poet Virtue
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
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Heart Love Moon Move Myself Yourself
Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
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Bright Listening Moon Night Stars Talk Time
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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Bird Divine Sing Truth
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
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Beautiful Forever Joy One Liner
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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Body Mindset Myself Oneself
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
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Beautiful Forever Joy Love Wisdom
Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
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Blessing Greatness Health Hope Live
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Beautiful Reality True
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
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Chance Face Hands Live Magic Night Romance Thinking
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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Dreams Fantasy Herself Sea Soft Tremble
The air is all softness.
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One Liner Soft

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.

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