John Keats

No, no, I'm sure,
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury,
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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.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven;
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
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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.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.

And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.