Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you... by John Keats

Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

John Keats

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Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss... by John Keats

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death

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I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

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Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that -one is sure to get into some mess before evening.

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That queen of secrecy, the violet. by John Keats

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

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I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou... by John Keats

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

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I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.

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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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Load every rift with ore. by John Keats

Load every rift with ore.

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I always made an awkward bow. by John Keats

I always made an awkward bow.

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How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us. Like poor Falstaff, although I do not 'babble,' I think of green fields; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have know from my infancy - their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with superhuman fancy.

flower death thinking

There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.

Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.

thank-god dying easy

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.

loneliness eye dream

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer tim... by John Keats

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

twilight summer dream

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky... by John Keats

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

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The thought, the deadly thought of solitude. by John Keats

The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.

A drainless shower by John Keats

A drainless shower

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For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upo... by John Keats

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

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I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter. by John Keats

I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

latter despair energy

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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