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.
JOHN KEATSDo you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
More John Keats Quotes
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Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
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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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One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
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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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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
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Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
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I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
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I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
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Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
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As the Swiss inscription says: “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
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Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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