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Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.

John Keats

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?
JOHN KEATS

Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine
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
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
JOHN KEATS

Ego Lose Love Yourself
The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Creature Eyes Purpose
I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
JOHN KEATS

Choice Despair Energy Myself
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
JOHN KEATS

Fair Joy Love Rest
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
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
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
JOHN KEATS

Believe I Love You Myself
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Summer Wind
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
JOHN KEATS

Fragile Life Tree Way
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
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
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
JOHN KEATS

Body Mindset Myself Oneself
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
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
JOHN KEATS

Man Soul World

Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.

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