‘I can scarcely bid you good bye even in a letter. I always made an awkward bow. God bless you!’
To Charles Brown, 30 November 1820
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‘How beautiful the season is now – How fine the air. A temperate sharpness about it. Really, without joking, chaste weather – Dian skies’
John Keats
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