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Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.

John Keats

I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
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Choice Despair Energy Myself
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
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Beautiful Forever Joy Love Wisdom
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
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Myself Place Soul Tears World
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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Death Divorce Greatness Land Sea Separate Weakness
I don’t need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever.
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Myself Need Night Shine Stars Yourself
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
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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Ego Lose Love Yourself
Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
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Blessing Greatness Health Hope Live
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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Expression Forever Gold Myself Silence Talk Time
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
I want a brighter word than bright.
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Bright Myself Word
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
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Greatness Work
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
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Leaving Rose Togetherness
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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Freedom Kill Liberty Love Memories Talk Touch
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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Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young
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

Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.

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