I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
JOHN KEATSI have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
More John Keats Quotes
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You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
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You are always new to me.
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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
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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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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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Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
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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.
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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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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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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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Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
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Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
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Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
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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.
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