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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

John Keats

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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Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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Flower Leaving Ourselves Passion
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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Kiss Romance Yourself
I don’t need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever.
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Myself Need Night Shine Stars Yourself
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
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Beautiful One Liner Truth
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
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
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Hands Herself Himself Kiss
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
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Beautiful Forever Joy One Liner
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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One Liner Queen Secret
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
JOHN KEATS

Man Poet Power Talk
An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.
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Knowledge Mystery Need People Thinking
Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
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Cruelty Happiness Pain Pleasure Visit
Death is Life’s high meed.
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Death Life One Liner
Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.
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Encouragement Experience Failure Positive
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
JOHN KEATS

Chance Face Hands Live Magic Night Romance Thinking
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.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Breathe Dreams Health Joy Love Quiet Sleep

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

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