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Death is Life’s high meed.

John Keats

Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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Bird Divine Sing Truth
Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
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Blessing Greatness Health Hope Live
You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
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Love Moments Myself Present Yourself
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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Death Divorce Greatness Land Sea Separate Weakness
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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Imagination Monk Myself Temple
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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Art Excellence Inspirational Intense Motivational Myself One Liner
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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Dreams Herself Hurt Love Memories Myself
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
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Beyond Dreams Hope Shadow
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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Mental Pursue Pursuit Reality Worth
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
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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Earth Nature Ourselves Play Sea Sky
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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Kiss Romance Yourself
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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Experience Reality
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
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
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?
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Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine

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