The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
JOHN KEATSThe 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.
More John Keats Quotes
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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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What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
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Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
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Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
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The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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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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I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
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I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
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Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
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