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Death is Life’s high meed.

John Keats

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
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
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Day Myself World Writing
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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History Law Monster Natural Thinking
To stay youthful, stay useful.
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Inspirational One Liner Stay Youth
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.
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Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
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Body Mindset Myself Oneself
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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Mental Pursue Pursuit Reality Worth
To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
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One Liner Repeat Silence
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
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Death Faith Love Myself Togetherness Touch Yourself
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.
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Creation Dreams Life Suffering Wake Up
I don’t need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever.
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Myself Need Night Shine Stars Yourself
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Philosophy Poet Virtue
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.
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Angel Line Myself Mystery Philosophy Rule Wings
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
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Cruelty Happiness Pain Pleasure Visit

Death is Life’s high meed.

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