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To John Keats, Poet, At Spring Time

Rating: 3.4
I cannot hold my peace, John Keats;
There never was a spring like this;
It is an echo, that repeats
My last year's song and next year's bliss.
I know, in spite of all men say
Of Beauty, you have felt her most.
Yea, even in your grave her way
Is laid. Poor, troubled, lyric ghost,
Spring never was so fair and dear
As Beauty makes her seem this year.
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Dr Antony Theodore 01 August 2020
Yea, even in your grave her way Is laid. Poor, troubled, lyric ghost, Spring never was so fair and dear As Beauty makes her seem this year. A poem which helps us to remember the great John Keats. tony
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Michael Walker 07 September 2019
Talking to the great John Keats. Spellbinding monologue.
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John Pendrey 05 March 2017
Keats, Beauty, Spring and more!
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