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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.

John Keats

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.
JOHN KEATS

Earth Nature Ourselves Play Sea Sky
Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
JOHN KEATS

Mindset Original Thinking
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
JOHN KEATS

Better Human Nature View
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
Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
JOHN KEATS

Blessing Greatness Health Hope Live
I want a brighter word than bright.
JOHN KEATS

Bright Myself Word
O aching time! O moments big as years!
JOHN KEATS

Big Hurt Moments Time
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
JOHN KEATS

Man Soul World
The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Soft
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
JOHN KEATS

Cruelty Happiness Pain Pleasure Visit
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
JOHN KEATS

Cloud Existence Fantasy Forever Myself
All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Prayer Writing
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
JOHN KEATS

Myself Place Soul Tears World
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
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Growth Land Man
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
JOHN KEATS

Bird Divine Sing Truth

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