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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

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
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Man Soul World
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
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Dance Flower Myself Soul Steal
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
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Cloud Existence Fantasy Forever Myself
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
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Failure Inspirational Motivational Perspective Success
That which is creative must create itself.
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Creation Creativity Deep One Liner Wisdom
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
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Hands Herself Himself Kiss
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.
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Chance Face Hands Live Magic Night Romance Thinking
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
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Myself Place Soul Tears World
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
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Fragile Life Tree Way
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
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Forever Silence Thinking
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
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Kiss Live Love Misery Myself Soul Thankful
You are always new to me.
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Love Relationship Yourself
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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Kiss Romance Yourself
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
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Breathe Love Selfish 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

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