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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.

John Keats

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
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Heart Love Moon Move Myself Yourself
You are always new to me.
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Love Relationship Yourself
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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Expression Forever Gold Myself Silence Talk Time
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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One Liner Queen Secret
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
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Believe I Love You Myself
O aching time! O moments big as years!
JOHN KEATS

Big Hurt Moments Time
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
JOHN KEATS

Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Summer Wind
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
JOHN KEATS

Better Human Nature View
One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
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Imagination Mindset Mystery Oneself
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
JOHN KEATS

Death Faith Love Myself Togetherness Touch Yourself
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
JOHN KEATS

Chance Face Hands Live Magic Night Romance Thinking
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
JOHN KEATS

Experience Illustration Life Reality Yourself
All writing is a form of prayer.
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One Liner Prayer Writing
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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Imagination Monk Myself Temple
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.
JOHN KEATS

Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young

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