Quote by John Keats
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days

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

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It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. – John Keats

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Illusion
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O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet the Evening listens. – John Keats

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Birds
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The summer night is like a perfection of thought. – Wallace Stevens

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Summer-induced stupidity. That was the diagnosis, I decided as I made my way up the dirt path in the pouring rain. – Aimee Friedman, Sea Change

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Summer

There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go? – Joe Wheeler

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Summer
[W]oods are filled with the music of birds, and all nature is laughing under the glorious influence of Summer. – Charles Lanman, “The Dying Year,” 1840

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