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Casa museo de #Keats en Hampstead Heath, Londres, y se aproximan los últimos días de estas #VacacionesVerano2026
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Viernes en #Londres explorando la zona de #HampsteadHeath Primera parada, la casa museo del poeta romántico #Keats Estudió cirugía, como muestran los objetos médicos de la vitrina #VacacionesVerano2026
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Bright Star! would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.John Keats.
#Poetry #JohnKeats #Keats #BrightStar #Sonnet #Romantic #ShakespeareanSonnet #EnglishLiterature #19thCentury
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Bright Star! would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.John Keats.
#Poetry #JohnKeats #Keats #BrightStar #Sonnet #Romantic #ShakespeareanSonnet #EnglishLiterature #19thCentury
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Bright Star! would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.John Keats.
#Poetry #JohnKeats #Keats #BrightStar #Sonnet #Romantic #ShakespeareanSonnet #EnglishLiterature #19thCentury
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Bright Star! would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.John Keats.
#Poetry #JohnKeats #Keats #BrightStar #Sonnet #Romantic #ShakespeareanSonnet #EnglishLiterature #19thCentury
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Bright Star! would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.John Keats.
#Poetry #JohnKeats #Keats #BrightStar #Sonnet #Romantic #ShakespeareanSonnet #EnglishLiterature #19thCentury
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Rome exhibition marks 200 years of Mary Shelley’s The Last Man
A World on the Verge at Keats-Shelley House, from 21 May until 21 November. A new exhibition at Rome’s…
#Italy #Europe #Europa #EU #Rome #Keats #MaryShelley #TheLastMan
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Earlier today at Keats House near where we live in Hampstead. #peaceful #flowers #hampstead #keats #cemeterygates Sunday
Morning #cats -
Earlier today at Keats House near where we live in Hampstead. #peaceful #flowers #hampstead #keats #cemeterygates Sunday
Morning #cats -
"Her head was a serpent, but, ah, bitter-sweet! She had a woman's mouth with all its pearls complete; And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair?" - From 'Lamia' by Keats #BookologyThursday #Keats #RomanticPoetry
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1 “Let’s imagine a nightmare science fiction scenario: we live in a concrete jungle or an environment consisting entirely of airport lounges … We would find #Shakespeare, #Goethe, #Keats, #Holderlin, not to speak of #PinkFloyd recordings, all the more indispensable; …”
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1 “Let’s imagine a nightmare science fiction scenario: we live in a concrete jungle or an environment consisting entirely of airport lounges … We would find #Shakespeare, #Goethe, #Keats, #Holderlin, not to speak of #PinkFloyd recordings, all the more indispensable; …”
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Painted stories of the Decameron: The pot of basil
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Painted stories of the Decameron: The pot of basil
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Painted stories of the Decameron: The pot of basil
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Painted stories of the Decameron: The pot of basil
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So here I am
So here I am
– T.S. Eliot, East Coker
while the roof’s fallen in,
now the night’s drawing in
and just look at the stars turning over– Matt Howard, Silence
https://soundcloud.com/frxgxd/darkness111#t=0:19
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too– John Keats, To Autumn
I hear the wind shaking the branches as it moves through the trees; suddenly I feel a contact not just with this immediate scene, but with the whole cycle of the seasons, how the wind in winter sounds so muffled, because only the evergreens are responding, but this rich sound will recur, next year and in all subsequent years. I am carried beyond the immediate experience to a sense of the whole cyclical movement of the seasons which is the condition of life on our planet. I am in touch with a movement at a much greater depth, and I rejoice at this connection. I am not talking simply of my knowing the fact that this rustling of the wind in the trees is part of a larger process; or even of my bringing the fact to mind.
Cosmic Connections, by Charles Taylor loc 7219
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So here I am
So here I am
– T.S. Eliot, East Coker
while the roof’s fallen in,
now the night’s drawing in
and just look at the stars turning over– Matt Howard, Silence
https://soundcloud.com/frxgxd/darkness111#t=0:19
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too– John Keats, To Autumn
I hear the wind shaking the branches as it moves through the trees; suddenly I feel a contact not just with this immediate scene, but with the whole cycle of the seasons, how the wind in winter sounds so muffled, because only the evergreens are responding, but this rich sound will recur, next year and in all subsequent years. I am carried beyond the immediate experience to a sense of the whole cyclical movement of the seasons which is the condition of life on our planet. I am in touch with a movement at a much greater depth, and I rejoice at this connection. I am not talking simply of my knowing the fact that this rustling of the wind in the trees is part of a larger process; or even of my bringing the fact to mind.
Cosmic Connections, by Charles Taylor loc 7219
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So here I am
So here I am
– T.S. Eliot, East Coker
while the roof’s fallen in,
now the night’s drawing in
and just look at the stars turning over– Matt Howard, Silence
https://soundcloud.com/frxgxd/darkness111#t=0:19
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too– John Keats, To Autumn
I hear the wind shaking the branches as it moves through the trees; suddenly I feel a contact not just with this immediate scene, but with the whole cycle of the seasons, how the wind in winter sounds so muffled, because only the evergreens are responding, but this rich sound will recur, next year and in all subsequent years. I am carried beyond the immediate experience to a sense of the whole cyclical movement of the seasons which is the condition of life on our planet. I am in touch with a movement at a much greater depth, and I rejoice at this connection. I am not talking simply of my knowing the fact that this rustling of the wind in the trees is part of a larger process; or even of my bringing the fact to mind.
Cosmic Connections, by Charles Taylor loc 7219
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So here I am
So here I am
– T.S. Eliot, East Coker
while the roof’s fallen in,
now the night’s drawing in
and just look at the stars turning over– Matt Howard, Silence
https://soundcloud.com/frxgxd/darkness111#t=0:19
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too– John Keats, To Autumn
I hear the wind shaking the branches as it moves through the trees; suddenly I feel a contact not just with this immediate scene, but with the whole cycle of the seasons, how the wind in winter sounds so muffled, because only the evergreens are responding, but this rich sound will recur, next year and in all subsequent years. I am carried beyond the immediate experience to a sense of the whole cyclical movement of the seasons which is the condition of life on our planet. I am in touch with a movement at a much greater depth, and I rejoice at this connection. I am not talking simply of my knowing the fact that this rustling of the wind in the trees is part of a larger process; or even of my bringing the fact to mind.
Cosmic Connections, by Charles Taylor loc 7219
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🍂 “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness / And trains” (From possible early draft of ‘To Autumn’ by John Keats 📖) #theartofpublictransport #photography #masstransit #trains #poetry #keats #london #autumn #iPhone16 📸
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La Belle Dame sans Merci by Sir Francis Bernard Dicksee isn’t just a painting—it’s a story of love, beauty, and betrayal told in color and detail.
I’ve written a personal reflection on why this work still resonates today. If you’ve ever been enchanted (or undone) by beauty, this one’s for you.
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La Belle Dame sans Merci by Sir Francis Bernard Dicksee isn’t just a painting—it’s a story of love, beauty, and betrayal told in color and detail.
I’ve written a personal reflection on why this work still resonates today. If you’ve ever been enchanted (or undone) by beauty, this one’s for you.
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La Belle Dame sans Merci by Sir Francis Bernard Dicksee isn’t just a painting—it’s a story of love, beauty, and betrayal told in color and detail.
I’ve written a personal reflection on why this work still resonates today. If you’ve ever been enchanted (or undone) by beauty, this one’s for you.
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From "La Belle Dame sans Merci" by John Keats #BookChatWeekly #MythologySky #FolkloreSky #BookSky #LiteratureSky #PoetrySky #Mythology #Folklore #Book #Literature #Poetry #Keats #JohnKeats #Faerie #Fairy
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“This Sonnet I have written in a strange mood, half asleep. I know not how it is, the Clouds, the sky, the Houses, all seem anti Grecian & anti Charlemagnish—”
Fame & Judgement: Keats at Burns’s Tomb (1818)
3/4
https://keatslettersproject.com/correspondence/fame-and-judgement-keats-at-burnss-tomb/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #RobertBurns #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism #epitaph #Keats #JohnKeats
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“This Sonnet I have written in a strange mood, half asleep. I know not how it is, the Clouds, the sky, the Houses, all seem anti Grecian & anti Charlemagnish—”
Fame & Judgement: Keats at Burns’s Tomb (1818)
3/4
https://keatslettersproject.com/correspondence/fame-and-judgement-keats-at-burnss-tomb/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #RobertBurns #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism #epitaph #Keats #JohnKeats
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“This Sonnet I have written in a strange mood, half asleep. I know not how it is, the Clouds, the sky, the Houses, all seem anti Grecian & anti Charlemagnish—”
Fame & Judgement: Keats at Burns’s Tomb (1818)
3/4
https://keatslettersproject.com/correspondence/fame-and-judgement-keats-at-burnss-tomb/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #RobertBurns #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism #epitaph #Keats #JohnKeats
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“This Sonnet I have written in a strange mood, half asleep. I know not how it is, the Clouds, the sky, the Houses, all seem anti Grecian & anti Charlemagnish—”
Fame & Judgement: Keats at Burns’s Tomb (1818)
3/4
https://keatslettersproject.com/correspondence/fame-and-judgement-keats-at-burnss-tomb/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #RobertBurns #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism #epitaph #Keats #JohnKeats
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“This Sonnet I have written in a strange mood, half asleep. I know not how it is, the Clouds, the sky, the Houses, all seem anti Grecian & anti Charlemagnish—”
Fame & Judgement: Keats at Burns’s Tomb (1818)
3/4
https://keatslettersproject.com/correspondence/fame-and-judgement-keats-at-burnss-tomb/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #RobertBurns #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism #epitaph #Keats #JohnKeats
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Fabulous to be back at Keats Shelley House museum.
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Fabulous to be back at Keats Shelley House museum.
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Fabulous to be back at Keats Shelley House museum.
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Fabulous to be back at Keats Shelley House museum.
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Fabulous to be back at Keats Shelley House museum.
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💡 The Electric State, un’odissea tra robot e paesaggi post-apocalittici
https://gomoot.com/the-electric-state-unodissea-tra-robot-e-paesaggi-post-apocalittici/
#ai #blog #cosmic #distopico #film #keats #netflix #news #picks #robot #tech #tecnologia #theelectricstate
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💡 The Electric State, un’odissea tra robot e paesaggi post-apocalittici
https://gomoot.com/the-electric-state-unodissea-tra-robot-e-paesaggi-post-apocalittici/
#ai #blog #cosmic #distopico #film #keats #netflix #news #picks #robot #tech #tecnologia #theelectricstate
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💡 The Electric State, un’odissea tra robot e paesaggi post-apocalittici
https://gomoot.com/the-electric-state-unodissea-tra-robot-e-paesaggi-post-apocalittici/
#ai #blog #cosmic #distopico #film #keats #netflix #news #picks #robot #tech #tecnologia #theelectricstate
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💡 The Electric State, un’odissea tra robot e paesaggi post-apocalittici
https://gomoot.com/the-electric-state-unodissea-tra-robot-e-paesaggi-post-apocalittici/
#ai #blog #cosmic #distopico #film #keats #netflix #news #picks #robot #tech #tecnologia #theelectricstate
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💡 The Electric State, un’odissea tra robot e paesaggi post-apocalittici
https://gomoot.com/the-electric-state-unodissea-tra-robot-e-paesaggi-post-apocalittici/
#ai #blog #cosmic #distopico #film #keats #netflix #news #picks #robot #tech #tecnologia #theelectricstate
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Any scene that has a wide range of colour is attractive. Nature supplies the best colours. This scene near us is one of excitement as well as calm and peace. It is also a reminder of time passing and the transitory nature of our existence. It is a thing of beauty.
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever." The opening line of a poem by John Keats that says whether beauty appears in a sunset or in a poem, it offers humanity indestructible consolation, healing, and courage.
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Any scene that has a wide range of colour is attractive. Nature supplies the best colours. This scene near us is one of excitement as well as calm and peace. It is also a reminder of time passing and the transitory nature of our existence. It is a thing of beauty.
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever." The opening line of a poem by John Keats that says whether beauty appears in a sunset or in a poem, it offers humanity indestructible consolation, healing, and courage.
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Any scene that has a wide range of colour is attractive. Nature supplies the best colours. This scene near us is one of excitement as well as calm and peace. It is also a reminder of time passing and the transitory nature of our existence. It is a thing of beauty.
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever." The opening line of a poem by John Keats that says whether beauty appears in a sunset or in a poem, it offers humanity indestructible consolation, healing, and courage.
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Any scene that has a wide range of colour is attractive. Nature supplies the best colours. This scene near us is one of excitement as well as calm and peace. It is also a reminder of time passing and the transitory nature of our existence. It is a thing of beauty.
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever." The opening line of a poem by John Keats that says whether beauty appears in a sunset or in a poem, it offers humanity indestructible consolation, healing, and courage.
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Any scene that has a wide range of colour is attractive. Nature supplies the best colours. This scene near us is one of excitement as well as calm and peace. It is also a reminder of time passing and the transitory nature of our existence. It is a thing of beauty.
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever." The opening line of a poem by John Keats that says whether beauty appears in a sunset or in a poem, it offers humanity indestructible consolation, healing, and courage.
