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The air is all softness.

John Keats

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

Bright Creature Eyes Purpose
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
JOHN KEATS

Greatness Work
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
JOHN KEATS

Heart Love Moon Move Myself Yourself
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
JOHN KEATS

Experience Reality
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
JOHN KEATS

Beyond Dreams Hope Shadow
Death is Life’s high meed.
JOHN KEATS

Death Life One Liner
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.
JOHN KEATS

Expression Forever Gold Myself Silence Talk Time
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
JOHN KEATS

Philosophy Poet Virtue
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
JOHN KEATS

Myself Place Soul Tears World
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
JOHN KEATS

Fair Joy Love Rest
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
JOHN KEATS

Intelligence Necessary Pain Philosophy See Soul Trouble World
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Herself Hurt Love Memories Myself
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy Love Wisdom
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
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
JOHN KEATS

Death Earth Hot Myself Poetry Run Sun Voice

The air is all softness.

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