John Keats

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And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.
- John Keats
Collection: Eye
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You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
- John Keats
Collection: Hours
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I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
- John Keats
Collection: Summer
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Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
- John Keats
Collection: Valentines Day
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Love is my religion – I could die for it.
- John Keats
Collection: Romance
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And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
- John Keats
Collection: Flower
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Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.
- John Keats
Collection: Real
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I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.
- John Keats
Collection: Real
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My chest of books divide amongst my friends –.
- John Keats
Collection: Book
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Real are the dreams of gods, and soothly pass their pleasures in a long immortal dream.
- John Keats
Collection: Real
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I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love – but if you should deny me the thousand and first – ’t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
- John Keats
Collection: Firsts
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I can bear to die – I cannot bear to leave her.
- John Keats
Collection: Romance