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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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Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
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No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem'd to say 'Write! thou wilt never have a better day.
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Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.
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She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around.
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Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
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To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.
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Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.
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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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You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest the last smile the brightest the last movement the gracefullest.
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There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
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I have so much of you in my heart.
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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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Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.
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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.
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Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
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And shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
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I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.
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There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
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... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.
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I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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