‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness / Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun’
John Keats
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A Thing Of Beauty
An Extract From Endymion By John Keats A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still …
La Belle Dame Sans Meci
By John Keats O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,Alone and palely loitering?The sedge has wither’d from the lake,And no birds sing. O what can ail …
Ode To A Nightingale
By John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the …