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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

John Keats
Inspirational, Truth, Lying
Letter to Benjamin Bailey, 22 Nov. 1817

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!

John Keats
Love, Lying, Heart
John Keats (1948). “John Keats”

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

John Keats
Lying, Essence, Space
John Keats (2015). “John Keats: Hyperion (Unabridged): An Epic Poem from one of the most beloved English Romantic poets, best known for his Odes, Ode to a Nightingale, Ode on a Grecian Urn, Ode to Indolence, Ode to Psyche, Ode to Fanny, Lamia and more”, p.129, e-artnow

This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."

John Keats
Lying, Heart, Names
Epitaph for himself, in Richard Monckton Milnes 'Life, Letters and Literary Remains of John Keats' (1848) vol. 2, p. 91.

How I like claret!...It fills one's mouth with a gushing freshness, then goes down to cool and feverless; then, you do not feel it quarrelling with one's liver. No; 'tis rather a peace-maker, and lies as quiet as it did in the grape. Then it is as fragrant as the Queen Bee, and the more ethereal part mounts into the brain, not assaulting the cerebral apartments, like a bully looking for his trull, and hurrying from door to door, bouncing against the wainscott, but rather walks like Aladdin about his enchanted palace, so gently that you do not feel his step.

John Keats
Queens, Lying, Wine

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