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“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.”

Quote by John Keats

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Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard

Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard is a curated selection of handwritten and typed poems from the renowned institution’s extensive literary holdings. The collection spans various genres and time periods, offering readers a glimpse into the creative processes of poets associated with Harvard. It includes works by both established and lesser-known writers, providing a rich tapestry of literary expression. more

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John Keats
John Keats

John Keats, a British Romantic poet, was born on October 31, 1795, and died on February 23, 1821. Known for his profound depictions of nature, love, and death, Keats' poetry is characterized by its fresh style and sincere emotion, exerting a profound influence on poets of later generations. more

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