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jinyounglandss: My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. John Keats

jliening: "baby yoda is life, life baby yoda, --that is all ye know in space, and all ye need to know" -john keats, "ode on a bae-by yoda"

rjkeats_98: A thing of beauty is a joy forever. — John Keats

TaoOfRandom: “Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.” — John Keats

EdithKalaliCole: Impossible is for the unwilling. ~John Keats

LordByron_1824: Remember at November 19, 2019 at 04:15PM "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", John Keats

DrJamesKent3: Among the river sallows borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 30 Hedge crickets sing and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. - John Keats

CONSCIOUSBEATS8: “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.”―John Keats

mikemodzelewski: “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” — John Keats

VallumGallery: It definitely reminded us of John Keats’ ‘Ode to Autumn’ on campus yesterday, especially the line “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.” The magic of nature.

_hnfaese: omg john keats din amin

WordYouDontKnow: Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one. ~ John Keats

Endymion_John: Thats what happens when you read both Schopenhauer, Nietzsche on one side and on the other Gibran, John Keats. Sometimes I feel I never read anything just be dumb human. These ideologies can't coexist simultaneously in single mind. One of them must die.

Chloe__Diamond: How do people use Twitter to only talk about one topic? I want to talk about John Keats AND crypto but apparently that would be weird??

jinyounglandss: My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. John Keats

TF_Ambassadors: Ark John Keats, Enfield - Primary Year 2 Teacher MPS or UPS (Outer London) £29,064 - £41,036 or £43,078- £46,326, depending on experience –

TrinUReview: Poetry lovers and friends, attend Dr. Betsy Tontiplaphol's John Keats seminar. All proceeds will benefit The Trevor Project dedicated to serving LGBTQ youth. This Thursday at Candlelight from 7-9 PM.

yoshibrro: My morning was reading John Keats while listening to this for like 2-3hrs

LemurPatrol: “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” John Keats (1795–1821)

2toes_: “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.”―John Keats

samillaiee: John Keats There is a budding morrow in midnight. "Standing alone in giant ignorance"

LordByron_1824: Remember at November 18, 2019 at 04:15PM "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", John Keats

zebrillanajib: To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it, Nor numbed sense to steal it, Was never said in rhyme. - In Drear Nighted December by John Keats.

MP_Author: "The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts." - John Keats.

Pendidikan4Id: “I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.” ― John Keats

ColinCarlile: The two cultures being treated sympathetically is welcome but I feel the Richard Dawkins - John Keats comparison is unreasonable.

CONSCIOUSBEATS: “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.”―John Keats

_shittyworld_: “Upon my soul, I have loved you to the extreme.” — John Keats in a letter to Fanny Brawne, 1820

HeyHaeRae: You ever think about john keats and just get rEALLY SAD???

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Private Ground
 by Sylvia Plath

First frost, and I walk among the rose-fruit, the marble toes
Of the Greek beauties you brought
Off Europe's relic heap
To sweeten your neck of the New York woods.
Soon each white lady will be boarded up
Against the crackling climate.

All morning, with smoking breath, the handyman
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