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Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

John Keats

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Fantasy Herself Sea Soft Tremble
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
JOHN KEATS

Beyond Dreams Hope Shadow
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Healing
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
All writing is a form of prayer.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Prayer Writing
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Fans Heaven Madness Paradise
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship 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.
JOHN KEATS

Earth Nature Ourselves Play Sea Sky
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
JOHN KEATS

Man Poet Power Talk
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
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATS

Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Summer Wind
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Consider Greatness Poet
Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
JOHN KEATS

Fragile Life Tree Way
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Advice Deep Flower Juice Poison Rich

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