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asifyaat: "Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know." • John Keats

MGSMagic: Mr Coffey is recording his occasional BBC R4 Daily Service slot from home during lockdown. The most recent featured John Keats, who after nursing his brother with tuberculosis, was to die of the disease himself, a century before a vaccine was developed.

AhmedGajju: "Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know." • John Keats

OccultFan: Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. –John Keats (1795–1821)

kevblue777: Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. –John Keats (1795–1821)

platospupil: Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. –John Keats (1795–1821)

khaledqureshi_: "Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know." • John Keats

Samanosuke2011: "Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know." ~ John Keats

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KsRadhakrish: "Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know." • John Keats

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

keatsbabe: A short thoughtful article about Keats's wintry work...> ‘Ah, bitter chill it was!’: John Keats, the winter Romantic

SadafLewanay: "Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know." • John Keats

HabbyMomma: Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. –John Keats (1795–1821)

Page_Upon_Page: John Keats; his life and poetry, his friends, critics and after-fame (Published: 1917) Full text:

Lostsoul1960: "Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know." • John Keats

ArsEstHabitus: I will clamber through the clouds and exist. John Keats

am3thystbitch: i personally think nicki minaj is a better poet than john keats

TvTTreasure: Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul. ~ John Keats Luvly Sunday ❤️ Photo Moi

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LordByron_1824: Remember at January 25, 2021 at 04:15PM "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", John Keats

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

cjscalia: John Keats, Written in the Cottage Where Burns Was Born

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pastnow_: John Keats can no longer digest food, and coughs up blood-streaked fluids, which Joseph Severn describes as a “clay-like expectoration.” Keats’s friends bring him iced jelly to cool his throat. — January 25 1821.

carolannbagan: poetry stanza: i stood tip toe upon a little hill - John Keats - i stood tip toe upon a little hill, the air was cooling, & so very still, that the sweet buds which with a modest pride pull droopily, in slanting curve aside, their scantily leaved, & finely tappering stems, had

lancaster_words: We say good morning to Monday with What the Thrush Said by John Keats.

CLAIROMATICA: john keats getting a bad poetry review and dying is literally me

FedeItaliano76: —John Keats (c. 1818)

Chief_Cyril: A thing of beauty is joy forever John Keats!!!

Fabyancyt: Impossible is for the unwilling. John Keats

seraphiiimm: Painting: The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy (1901) Frank Dicksee(1853-1928) Poem:La Belle Dame sans Merci by John Keats

KeatsFound: The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, Though beautiful, cold — strange — as in a dream I dreamed long ago, now new begun. On Visiting the Tomb of Burns John Keats

ZeeshanJaanam: Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? —John Keats, Letters of John Keats

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quotebotproject: I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise. -- By John Keats

LordByron_1824: Remember at January 24, 2021 at 04:15PM "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", John Keats

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

ArthurListo: In prison John Keats freezes time with Tanzanian espresso.

artemisinfurs: sleep and poetry by john keats!

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

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

amunategui: My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk ― John Keats

aholgate: “The best short introduction I have come across.” John Carey, who knows a thing or two about Keats, on Lucasta Miller’s new biography, The Sunday Times

BernadettePurc6: A Note of Hope Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core. John Keats

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

lumin_vulpes: How old were you, what were you doing, when you heard John Keats was dead?

Dominionofcanad: Thank you, Emily Dickinson and John Keats, for keeping me company.

DovahkiinofNirn: A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but will still keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. "A Thing of Beauty" -John Keats

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quotebotproject: I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. -- By John Keats

tnyawanza: ‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun..’ Enjoying John Keats’ To Autumn in today’s The Times.

mickhumph: "St Agnes eve. Ah bitter cold it was. The owl for all his feathers was a'cold. The hare limped slowly through the frozen grass ..." John Keats

LordByron_1824: Remember at January 22, 2021 at 04:15PM "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", John Keats

lumin_vulpes: How old were you, what were you doing, when you heard John Keats was dead?

carolannbagan: poetry stanza: address to (Haydon) -John Keats - great spirits now on earth are sojourning; he of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, catches his freshness from archangel's wing: he of the rose, the violet, the spring, the social smile, the

ryanaboyd: John Keats’s “Ode upon Muncher”

RiviasHunter: Lines on the Mermaid Tavern By John Keats Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine? Or are fruits of Paradise >

Pollyesther34: A Thing Of Beauty by John Keats - Poetry Reading

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

keatsbabe: 'John Keats: Poetry, Life and Landscapes' is out now at bookshops &

Lynn_Shepherd: This is a lovely book which is beautifully evocative of John the man as well as Keats the poet.

PetrickVicki: "My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fibre all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees on this side of faintness " john keats

DrMariamWassif: Do check out Suzie's Q&A (it's a tonic) and get in touch if you'd like to write for this series! Also look out for Suzie's book on John Keats: Poetry, Life & Landscape, out later this month.

BrentonDana: The World as a "Vale of Soul-Making": A Brief Note on John Keats, C.S. Lewis, and L.M. Montgomery

bearzus: This new book on John Keats is getting great reviews. Looking forward to getting a copy.

inwardoutward: How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, but not forsake His rugged path; nor dare he view alone His future doom which is but to awake. (2/2) -John Keats

brainpicker: “Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.” On Keats's birthday, his stunning love letters to Fanny Brawne:

lazyhotaro: Two souls but with a single thought two hearts thats beat as once . - John keats .

ForwardAssist1: On a lone winter evening, when the frost has wrought a silence. John Keats

chiarajil: Touch has a memory. john keats

rossebentley: What about these beautiful nature words from John Keats....

CritKincaid: Ladies and Gentlemen, with apologies to John Keats I present Ode on a Grecian Urine, a, how shall I say, watered-down version,

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

luv_wine: Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know. - John Keats

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

BerlinBowling: Boys Jv Bowling at Hilliard Darby today. Shout out to John Spitale on his new high game 160. Adam ward with a 180 game. Logan Parillo with a 161 game and Alex Keats with a 195 series. Great Bowling

LordByron_1824: Remember at January 21, 2021 at 04:15PM "A thing of beauty is a joy forever", John Keats

Rad_Cosmetic: A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness. – John Keats

MasterInACave: "Touch has a memory" John Keats

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

danahenrymartin: The poetry of the earth is never dead. — John Keats

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

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AoBest: I just remembered I’m in love with John Keats. I’m very upset about this.

HarryWatson63: Good morning and I start the day sharing 'To Hope' by John Keats, a favourite poet of mine. Even in the darkest time there is hope... .. When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed ..

lambontheshore: Agnes of Rome 291-309 virgin martyr, saint, chastity. purity, venerated. Folk custom John Keats's poem, The Eve of Saint Agnes.

KeatsFound: Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep: Eve of St Agnes, John Keats (today is St Agnes Day)

kmvnarayan14: Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, Poem by John Keats - Poem Hunter

ZeeshanJaanam: Listen: however events turn out, if we want we can continue to see The image of the moon as an outburst of lyric, a vision of John Keats And his friends, but we still have the battle to fight. How many more days will be there?  —Mary Jo Bang

bookishbeck: I don't know how to feel about having exactly the same hair as John Keats.

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

vedakonduru: Democracy did not seem more powerful and beautiful than now. Reminds me of this beautiful quote. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” - John Keats

doctor_oxford: "I hope our young people decide to enrich their lives by feasting on Simon Armitage & Daljit Nagra & John Keats & Grace Nichols, because I don’t know where I’d be without poetry. Perhaps still in detention."

LumeninCaelo: “beauty is truth, truth beauty,”—that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." John Keats



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