Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
JOHN KEATSThere is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
More John Keats Quotes
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I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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All writing is a form of prayer.
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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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Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
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You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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There is an old saying “well begun is half done”-’tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all ’til half done.
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Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
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Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
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Stop and consider! life is but a day
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A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
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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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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.
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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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Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
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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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I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
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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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You are always new to me.
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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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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.
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You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
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To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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