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.
JOHN KEATS
JOHN KEATS
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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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John KeatsJohn Keats How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
John KeatsJohn Keats My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
John KeatsJohn Keats You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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John KeatsJohn Keats Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
John KeatsJohn Keats The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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