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Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.

John Keats

But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATS

Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
JOHN KEATS

Day End Sweet
I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
JOHN KEATS

Choice Despair Energy 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
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
JOHN KEATS

Forever Silence Thinking
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
JOHN KEATS

Death Love Myself Religion
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bed Flower Head Myself
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
JOHN KEATS

Death Earth Hot Myself Poetry Run Sun Voice
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
JOHN KEATS

Death Divorce Greatness Land Sea Separate Weakness
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
JOHN KEATS

Heart Love Moon Move Myself Yourself
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
JOHN KEATS

Failure Inspirational Motivational Perspective Success
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
JOHN KEATS

Man Poet Power Talk
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?
JOHN KEATS

Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
JOHN KEATS

Flower Growth Land Man
The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Soft

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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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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