When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
JOHN KEATSThe excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
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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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If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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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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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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The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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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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I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
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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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Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
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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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The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
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Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
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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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What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
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