But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATSHere 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.
More John Keats Quotes
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Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
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All writing is a form of prayer.
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That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
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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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A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
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Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
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I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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You are always new to me.
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To stay youthful, stay useful.
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