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Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.

John Keats

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
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
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
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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Imagination Monk Myself Temple
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
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Leaving Rose Togetherness
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
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Believe I Love You Myself
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
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
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Music Stability World 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 would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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Failure Greatness Myself
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
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Beautiful Consider Greatness Poet
All writing is a form of prayer.
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One Liner Prayer Writing
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.
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Kiss Live Love Misery Myself Soul Thankful
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
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Cruelty Happiness Pain Pleasure Visit
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

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