And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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.
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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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Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
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Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
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To stay youthful, stay useful.
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There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
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Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
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If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Death is Life’s high meed.
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Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
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Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
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My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
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There is an old saying “well begun is half done”-’tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all ’til half done.
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The air is all softness.
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Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
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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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That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
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Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
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I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
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Stop and consider! life is but a day
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I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
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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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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
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