May 2010
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Then Elspeth yearned for a sip of the moon. When she told the fish this, he rose...
– From “Night Voyage” by Meredith Ann Pierce
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Where will you take us, Great Fish? Els asked.
Wherever your heart lies....
– From “Night Voyage” by Meredith Ann Pierce
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The palace whirls
Around giddy Endymion; seeing he
Was there far strayed from...
– From Endymion by John Keats
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Of lucid depth the floor, and far outspread
As breezeless lake, on which the...
– From Endymion by John Keats
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Far as the mariner on highest mast
Can see all round upon the calmed vast,
So...
– From Endymion by John Keats
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Adele heard him, and asked if she was to go to school ‘sans...
– From Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
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He was grateful for the change of scene and admired Severn’s ingenuity -...
– From Keats: a Biography by Andrew Motion
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‘I can scarcely bid you good bye even in a letter,’ he ended....
– From Keats: a Biography by Andrew Motion
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‘During the night,’ Severn wrote later, ‘when in the darkness...
– From Keats: a Biography by Andrew Motion
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The previous evening, Severn had stayed on deck late, sketching my moonlight....
– From Keats: a Biography by Andrew Motion
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It has become a common-place to connect his efforts at self-creation with...
– From Keats: a Biography by Andrew Motion
BWAHAHA.
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‘The dream,’ he told George, ‘was one of the most delightful...
– From Keats: a Biography by Andrew Motion
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The sea is made of ponds - a cairn of rain.
It has an island flirting up and...
– “Sea Sonnet” by Alice Oswald
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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of...
– “Time does not bring relief; you all have lied” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Down to me quickly, down! I am such dust,
Baked, pressed together; let my flesh...
– “The Mummy invokes his Soul” by Michael Field
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I sat with Love upon a woodside well,
Leaning across thw water, I and he;...
– From “Willowood” by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Small, viewless aeronaut, that by the line
of gossamer suspended, in mid air...
– From “Two the Insect of the Gossamer” by Charlotte Smith
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Jove for Europa’s love took shape of bull,
And for Calisto played...
– “Jove for Europa’s love took shape of bull” by Barnabe Barnes
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So shoots a star as doth my mistress glide
At midnight through my chamber;...
– From “So shoots a star as doth my mistress glide” by John Davies of Hereford
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Care-charmer sleep, son of the sable night,
Brother to death, in silent...
– “Care-charmer sleep, son of the sable night” by Samuel Daniel
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Yourself the sun, and I the melting frost,
Myself the flax and you the kindling...
– “Yourself the sun, and I the melting frost” by Sir Arthur Gorges
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Coming to kiss her lips, such grace I found
Me seemed I smelled a garden of...
– “Coming to kiss her lips, such grace I found” by Edmund Spenser
Steamy.
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Yet even Brown would feel stared into strangeness by the end of their journey....
– From Keats: a Biography by Andrew Motion
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Writing drowsily to his brother, he said: ‘My passions are all asleep from...
– From Keats: a Biography by Andrew Motion
Did I mention this biography is over 500 pages? >.>
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‘O there is nothing like fine weather,’ he said, ‘and health,...
– From Keats: a Biography by Andrew Motion
Seriously, one of his very few “I love life!!111” statements, if there ever was one.
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Zephyr:
Gentle Breama! by the first
Violet young nature nurst,
I will bathe...
– From “Song of Four Fairies” by John Keats
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Keats had grown into an ‘active, athletic and enduringly strong’...
– From Keats, a Biography by Andrew Motion
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‘I hardly had a chance to slip away and my chores kept me busy. Not that I...
– From the novel The Rope Trick by Lloyd Alexander
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Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the...
– “Say over again, and yet once over again” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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MRS. ALLONBY [goes over to LORD ILLINGWORTH]: There is a beautiful moon tonight....
– From A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde