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!
JOHN KEATSWherein 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!
More John Keats Quotes
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We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
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Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
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Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
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How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
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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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And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
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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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Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
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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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Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
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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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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
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Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
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