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You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

John Keats

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
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Love Principle
O aching time! O moments big as years!
JOHN KEATS

Big Hurt Moments Time
There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
JOHN KEATS

Future Night
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful One Liner Truth
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
JOHN KEATS

Hands Herself Himself Kiss
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
JOHN KEATS

History Law Monster Natural Thinking
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy One Liner
I have so much of you in my heart.
JOHN KEATS

Heart Love Relationship 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
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
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
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.
JOHN KEATS

Death Earth Hot Myself Poetry Run Sun Voice
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Full Poet Reading Writing

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

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