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Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
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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?
John Keats
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And other spirits there are standing apartUpon the forehead of the age to come;These, these will give the world another heart,And other pulses. Hear ye not the humOf mighty workings in a distant mart?Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.
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For to bear all naked truths,And to envisage circumstance, all calm,That is the top of sovereignty.
John Keats -
Some think I have lost that poetical ardour and fire 'tis said I once had- the fact is, perhaps I have; but, instead of that, I hope I shall substitute a more thoughtful and quiet power.
John Keats -
The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.
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You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
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O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,That broodest o’er the troubled sea of the mindTill it is hush’d and smooth!
John Keats
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Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
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Full on this casement shone the wintry moon,And threw warm gules on Madeline’s fair breast,As down she knelt for heaven’s grace and boon;Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
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There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.
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And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender’d.
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Pleasure is oft a visitant; but painClings cruelly to us.
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And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair?
John Keats
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Ever let the Fancy roam,Pleasure never is at home.
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Works of genius are the first things in this world.
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Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forgetWhat thou among the leaves hast never known,The weariness, the fever, and the fretHere, where men sit and hear each other groan;Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;Where but to think is to be full of sorrowAnd leaden-eyed despairs.
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Axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses: we read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
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I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.
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Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.
John Keats
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I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
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The music, yearning like a God in pain.
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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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As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.
John Keats