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And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

John Keats

I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
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Existence Feeling Habit Leadership Myself Reality
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.
JOHN KEATS

Focus Happiness Invention Myself Taste Yourself
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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Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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Fair Joy Love Rest
You are always new to me.
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Love Relationship Yourself
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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Feeling Healing
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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Failure Greatness Myself
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Breathe Dreams Health Joy Love Quiet Sleep
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
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Beautiful Love Principle
Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
JOHN KEATS

Freedom Happiness Heaven Lie Mindset Religion Shine Space
One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Mindset Mystery Oneself
To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Repeat Silence
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Grace Kiss Smile Sweet Yourself
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Philosophy Poet Virtue
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Monk Myself Temple
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bed Flower Head Myself

And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

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