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We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

John Keats

I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
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Existence Feeling Habit Leadership Myself Reality
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
Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
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Bright Listening Moon Night Stars Talk Time
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.
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Art Bright Forever Nature Night Patience Sleep Stars
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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One Liner Summer Wind
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
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
Death is Life’s high meed.
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Death Life One Liner
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
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Art Beautiful Excellence Intense Relationship Truth
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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Failure Greatness Myself
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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Kiss Romance 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
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Philosophy Poet Virtue
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
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Herself Hurt Love Memories Myself

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