If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
JOHN KEATSSouls 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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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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We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
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My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
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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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All writing is a form of prayer.
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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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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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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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I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
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That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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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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Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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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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