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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

O aching time! O moments big as years!
JOHN KEATS

Big Hurt Moments Time
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
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
JOHN KEATS

Attachment Invention Ourselves Separate World
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
JOHN KEATS

Day Myself World Writing
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.
JOHN KEATS

Angel Line Myself Mystery Philosophy Rule Wings
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Summer Wind
As the Swiss inscription says: “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
JOHN KEATS

Expression Forever Gold Myself Silence Talk Time
Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
JOHN KEATS

Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
JOHN KEATS

Cloud Existence Fantasy Forever Myself
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
JOHN KEATS

Death Love Myself Religion
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Repeat Silence
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
JOHN KEATS

Dance Flower Myself Soul Steal
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
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.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Live Love Misery Myself Soul Thankful
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
JOHN KEATS

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

Bird Divine Sing Truth
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Monk Myself Temple
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
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
JOHN KEATS

Music Stability World Yourself
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
JOHN KEATS

Failure Inspirational Motivational Perspective Success
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Rose Togetherness
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATS

Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
JOHN KEATS

Deep Melody Sweet
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
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself

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.

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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.

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