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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

John Keats

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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Imagination Myself Prayer Stars
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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One Liner Summer Wind
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
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
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Philosophy Poet Virtue
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
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Forever Silence Thinking
Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
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Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young
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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Beautiful Breathe Dreams Health Joy Love Quiet Sleep
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 have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
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Beautiful Love Principle
You are always new to me.
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Love Relationship Yourself
I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
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Believe Forever Immortality Live Yourself
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
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Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings
You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
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Love Moments Myself Present Yourself
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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Dreams Herself Hurt Love Memories Myself
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

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

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