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He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,In Provence call'd 'La belle dame sans mercy.'
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It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
John Keats
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The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream - he awoke and found it truth.
John Keats -
But were there ever anyWrith'd not of passed joy?The feel of not to feel it,When there is none to heal it,Nor numbed sense to steel it,Was never said in rhyme.
John Keats -
Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.
John Keats -
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
John Keats -
E’en like the passage of an angel’s tearThat falls through the clear ether silently.
John Keats -
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
John Keats
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To SorrowI bade good-morrow,And thought to leave her far away behind;But cheerly, cheerly,She loves me dearly;She is so constant to me, and so kind:I would deceive herAnd so leave her,But ah! she is so constant and so kind.
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I made a garland for her head,And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;She look'd at me as she did love,And made sweet moan.
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Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.
John Keats -
Forlorn! the very word is like a bellTo toil me back from thee to my sole self!
John Keats -
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
John Keats -
As though a tongueless nightingale should swellHer throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
John Keats
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It keeps eternal whisperings aroundDesolate shores, and with its mighty swellGluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spellOf Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
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So many, and so many, and such glee.
John Keats -
O for ten years, that I may overwhelmMyself in poesy; so I may do the deedThat my own soul has to itself decreed.
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In spite of all,Some shape of beauty moves away the pallFrom our dark spirits.
John Keats -
Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art-Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike taskOf pure ablution round earth's human shores.
John Keats
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I met a lady in the meads,Full beautiful - a faery's child,Her hair was long, her foot was light,And her eyes were wild.
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Call the world if you please 'The vale of soul-making.'
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Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
John Keats