I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
JOHN KEATSEven bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
More John Keats Quotes
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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
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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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Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
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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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I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
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Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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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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With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
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The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
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And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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All writing is a form of prayer.
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