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Desiderata: John Keats

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by somebody I do not know. John Keats The illustration is copyright: Jag_cz via Shutterstock The book is under the hat, and the … Continue reading

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Ode On Melancholy: John Keats

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the … Continue reading

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Endymion: John Keats

A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 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 … Continue reading

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Is the Grass Really Greener on the Other Side of the Fence?

There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he. He ran away to Scotland The people for to see. There he found That the ground Was as hard That a yard Was as long That a song Was … Continue reading

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