20 7 / 2010

Quoth the Last of the English Romantic Poets: “My dear Girl, I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more I have lov’d. … You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass’d my window home yesterday, I was filled with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time.” -John Keats; in a letter to his betrothed, Fanny Brawne

Quoth the Last of the English Romantic Poets:

“My dear Girl, I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more I have lov’d. … You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass’d my window home yesterday, I was filled with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time.”

-John Keats; in a letter to his betrothed, Fanny Brawne

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