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The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
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Shakespeare
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Genius

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Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green there is a budding morrow in midnight there is triple sight in blindness keen.
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O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
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I came to feel how far above All fancy, pride, and fickle maidenhood, All earthly pleasure, all imagined good, Was the warm tremble of a devout kiss.
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O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
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It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.
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I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.
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There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.
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I myself am pursuing the same instinctive course as the veriest human animal you can think of I am, however young, writing at random straining at particles of light in the midst of a great darkness without knowing the bearing of any one assertion, of any one opinion. Yet may I not in this be free from sin?
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My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
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O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
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The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.
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She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around.
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Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them thou has thy music too.
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But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully, espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination – What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth – whether it existed before or not – for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty . . .
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.
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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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In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
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