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RCNaturephotos: From the blog: “The poetry of the earth is never dead.” ~ John Keats ~ “In Fog and Mist”

Surazeus: Two hundred years after frail poet John Keats ascended stairway to Heaven in mist, and found aged Saturn slouched in grim despair, I find ancient god of thunder and rain still slumped by river of forgotten dreams in forlorn majesty of his world empire.

Surazeus: Amazed at power of Britain and America, constructed with viking swords of desire, I follow faint trail John Keats blazed in mist to find our ancient Father in dark grove still gazing deep into heart of our world, as we play roles in dream of his despair.

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

black_arista: Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die... (с) John Keats

SyneDrum: The Art of "Negative Capability": Keats on Embracing Uncertainty and Celebrating the Mysterious

sosadmoose: Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? A place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways.... by: John Keats

Catarina_Eh: ..Through the dancing poppies A breeze, most soffly lulling to my soul.. ..Attraverso papaveri danzanti alla mia anima arrivava una brezza che con tocco soave la cullava.. - John Keats Endymion Ching Yang Tung Photography

CBCNL: FROM THE ARCHIVES: Complaining about snow clearing: A 169-year-old tradition in St. John's

isa9ee: “The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.” —John Keats to Fanny Brawne

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LordByron_1824: Remember at January 17, 2020 at 04:15PM "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", John Keats

jlorts: A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness. --John Keats KEATS is KEATS!!!

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__Old__Soul: 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

singstevielynne: "Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?" -John Keats

writeawriting: John Keats, a famous English romantic poet and dramatist, was considered a leading poet of the 18th century. Read more at:

gobalax: O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell | John Keats | Speaking Book | English

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

tomzawacki: “The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.” ~ John Keats

alexa_keats: Listening to Regular John by Queens Of The Stone Age, on the album: Queens Of The Stone Age

CyberneticCall1: We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author. John Keats

CyberneticCall1: Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one! John Keats

CyberneticCall1: I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me. John Keats

Sportsmans_Life: The poetry of the earth is never dead. ― John Keats

Flying_Trunk_: Feeling ya, John Keats. So much to write, so little time.

JakeManton_87: I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the hearts affections and the truth of imagination; what the imagination seizes as beauty must be a truth. - John Keats

LordByron_1824: Remember at January 16, 2020 at 04:15PM "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", John Keats

papalbadass: Tombstone of John Keats

rika_kitazawa: 【online store new stock】 JOHN KEATS / display book

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The Rainbow, Or Curious Covenant
 by Robert Herrick

Mine eyes, like clouds, were drizzling rain;
And as they thus did entertain
The gentle beams from Julia's sight
To mine eyes levell'd opposite,
O thing admir'd! there did appear
A curious rainbow smiling there;
Which was the covenant that she
No more would drown mine eyes or me.

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