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All writing is a form of prayer.

John Keats

The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.
JOHN KEATS

Earth Nature Ourselves Play Sea Sky
Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
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Avoid Care Experience Mistake
The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
JOHN KEATS

Intellectual Mindset Strength Thinking
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
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Bird Divine Sing Truth
You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
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Love Moments Myself Present Yourself
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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Feeling Healing
I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
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Choice Despair Energy Myself
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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One Liner Summer Wind
O aching time! O moments big as years!
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Big Hurt Moments Time
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
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Advice Deep Flower Juice Poison Rich
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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Failure Greatness Myself
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?
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Choice Death Drink Happiness Poet Soul Wine
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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Day Myself World Writing
Bright 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.
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Art Bright Forever Nature Night Patience Sleep Stars
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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Dreams Herself Hurt Love Memories Myself
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Philosophy Poet Virtue

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