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Fri 29 Aug, 2003 09:14 pm
John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
John Keats
The poetry of earth is never dead.
John Keats
Hear ye not the hum, Of mighty workings?
John Keats
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
John Keats
The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.
John Keats
As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.
John Keats
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
John Keats
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.
John Keats
Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all, Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
John Keats
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.
John Keats
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember, Their green felicity.
That's lovely Cav ... thanks for posting it:)
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