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"Ode to a Nightingale" by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

         My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains… 591 more words

In Memoriam: Charles Tomlinson


I first came across the poetry of Charles Tomlinson in 1970 when I was studying English in Cambridge at Gonville and Caius. My supervisor, J.H. 703 more words

English Poetry

"On The Solitary"

“A Poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence; because he has no Identity – he is continually in for – and filling some other Body – The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute – the poet has none; no identity – he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God’s Creatures… not one word I ever utter can be taken for granted as an opinion growing out of my identical nature – how can it, when I have no nature?”

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To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent (John Keats)

To one who has been long in city pent,
         ‘Tis very sweet to look into the fair
         And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer…

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Winchester – where Keats saw “mists and mellow fruitfulness”

The English city of Winchester only reveals itself to the visitor on foot, when chilling stories can be discovered. 728 more words

Writing & Writers

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty’s self.

(John Keats, Hyperion: A Fragment)



Well the first part is right. Evening followers, been sleeping again. I did pop out yesterday and watched a game of cricket on a blisteringly hot afternoon. 168 more words

Mental Health