Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
JOHN KEATSBright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.
More John Keats Quotes
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If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
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I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
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Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!
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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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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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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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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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And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
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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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Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
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Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
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