One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
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.
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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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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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What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
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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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Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
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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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Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.
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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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I 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.
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I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
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The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
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I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
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Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
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The air is all softness.
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