“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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