‘Shall I give you Miss Brawne? She is about my height – with a fine style of countenance of the lengthen’d sort…’
To the George Keatses, 18 December 1818
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‘The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone…’
John Keats
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