But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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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There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
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All writing is a form of prayer.
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
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Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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That which is creative must create itself.
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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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The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
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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.
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What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
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Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
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Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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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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A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
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