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Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf;
He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself.
O that they knew, these overdrest self-lovers,
What hides the body oft the mind discovers.
Topic: Apparel
Source: Epigrams--Clothes
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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.
Topic: Autumn
Source: To Autumn
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In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Topic: December
Source: Stanzas
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And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.
Topic: Eating
Source: The Eve of St. Agnes (st. 30)
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Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
Topic: Fanatics
Source: None
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When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury--he has never done
With his delights, for when tired out with fun,
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Topic: Grasshoppers
Source: On the Grasshopper and Cricket
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Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings?
Topic: Hearing
Source: Addressed to Haydon (sonnet X)
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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.
Topic: Immortality
Source: Endymion (bk. I)
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He ne'er is crowned with immortality
Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
Topic: Immortality
Source: Endymion (bk. II)
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I long to believe in immortality. . . . If I am destined to be
happy with you here--how short is the longest life. I wish to
believe in immortality--I wish to live with you forever.
Topic: Immortality
Source: Letter to Fanny Brawne (XXXVI)
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Souls of poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Topic: Inns
Source: Mermaid Tavern
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But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
Topic: Joy
Source: Stanzas--In Drear Nighted December
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Oh for a life of sensations rather than thoughts.
Topic: Life
Source: None
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A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it.
Topic: Life
Source: None
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Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Topic: Love
Source: None
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The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Topic: Nature
Source: None
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'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen-
For what listen they?
Topic: Night
Source: A Prophecy (l. 1)
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Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth.
Topic: Nightingales
Source: Ode--Bards of Passion and of Mirth
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Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?
Topic: Nightingales
Source: To a Nightingale
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Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown.
Topic: Nightingales
Source: To a Nightingale
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Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
Topic: Oak
Source: Hyperion (bk. I, l. 73)
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St Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.
Topic: Owls
Source: The Eve of St. Agnes
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Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies.
Topic: Paradise
Source: Fairy Song
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Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
Topic: Poetry
Source: None
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The poppies hung
Dew-dabbed on their stalks.
Topic: Poppies
Source: Endymion (bk. I, l. 681)
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Through the dancing poppies stole
A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.
Topic: Poppies
Source: Endymion (bk. I, l. 681)
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A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Endymion (bk. I, l. 1)
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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.
Topic: Rainbows
Source: Lamia (pt. II, l. 231)
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You have ravished me away by a Power I cannot resist; and yet I
could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I
endeavored often "to reason against the reasons of my Love."
Topic: Reason
Source: Letters to Fanny Braune (VIII)
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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.
Topic: Solitude
Source: Sonnet--O Solitude! If I must With Thee Dwell
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He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."
Topic: Songs
Source: The Eve of St. Agnes (st. 33), "La Belle Dame, sans Merci" is a poem written by Alain Chartier
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O, sorrow!
Why dost borrow
Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
Topic: Sorrow
Source: Endymion (bk. IV)
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To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And though to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly:
She is so constant to me, and so kind.
Topic: Sorrow
Source: Endymion (bk. IV)
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How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.
Topic: Sorrow
Source: Hyperion (bk. I, l. 36)
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There is a budding morrow in midnight.
Topic: Tomorrow
Source: Sonnet--Standing alone in giant Ignorance
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And shade the violets,
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
Topic: Violets
Source: I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill
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On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence.
Topic: Winter
Source: On the Grasshopper and Cricket
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And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds.
- John Keats,
Topic: Zephyrs
Source: Posthumous Poems--Sonnets--Oh! How I Love on a Fair Summer's Eve
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