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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

John Keats

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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Dreams Fantasy Herself Sea Soft Tremble
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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Bird Divine Sing Truth
All writing is a form of prayer.
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One Liner Prayer Writing
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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Heart Love Myself Nature Relationship Togetherness Yourself
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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Intelligence Necessary Pain Philosophy See Soul Trouble World
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
O aching time! O moments big as years!
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Big Hurt Moments Time
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
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Death Faith Love Myself Togetherness Touch Yourself
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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Mental Pursue Pursuit Reality Worth
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
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Death Love Myself Religion
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Philosophy Poet Virtue
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Beautiful Reality True
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
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Flower Growth Land Man
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
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Bright Grace Kiss Smile Sweet Yourself

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

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