The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
JOHN KEATSI almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
More John Keats Quotes
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Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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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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I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
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Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
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I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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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.
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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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Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
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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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What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
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If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
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One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
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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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