‘How beautiful the season is now – How fine the air. A temperate sharpness about it. Really, without joking, chaste weather – Dian skies’
To J. H. Reynolds, 21 September 1819
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‘I have asked myself so often why I should be a Poet more than other Men, – a seeing how great a thing it is, – how great things are to be gained by it – What a thing to be in the Mouth of Fame…’
John Keats
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