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All writing is a form of prayer.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Prayer
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Writing

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Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
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Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
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When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain.
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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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Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
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I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.
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Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
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And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!
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I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
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O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
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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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