An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
JOHN KEATSThe day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
More John Keats Quotes
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O aching time! O moments big as years!
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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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A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
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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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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.
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Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
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Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
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I 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.
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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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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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The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.
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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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I want a brighter word than bright.
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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.
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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
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