The autumn border- The difference is amazing love- #keatshouse #homecoming #nothingisstable #more #poetry #thewayisee https://www.instagram.com/p/CiulbVZMymL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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The autumn border- The difference is amazing love- #keatshouse #homecoming #nothingisstable #more #poetry #thewayisee https://www.instagram.com/p/CiulbVZMymL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
"𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊." - John Keats 🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷 Look: a wild wall, in the great outdoors! Fear not, it's a throwback. Sorry I've been absent; I fell down a rabbit hole of criticism on Keats. The good news is that I've returned with gifts. I had intended to publish a very quick photo-essay - a tour of Romantic poet, John Keats', former home in Hampstead, London... but I got a little lost (merrily, I might add) in research. I still offer the visual tour, it just happens to now be accompanied by a biography of his later years via the Sublime, Dante, and Radcliffe! Yay(?) 🤓! I hope you enjoy reading 'A Poet’s House, Pleasure’s Temple: Keats’ Gothic, Epic, & Sublime'. 🔗: Link in bio! I've also created a ko-fi account 😳! If you ever fancied contributing to my tea fund after reading something you particularly enjoy, I would do a happy dance in gratitude 🖤. . #darkpoetics #keats #johnkeats #keatshouse #literaryhistory #literarytourism #museum #generallygothic #gothicfiction #london #spookynerd #poetry #bookstagram #bookblogger #bookworm #newblogpost #dante #dantesinferno #divinecomedy #radcliffe #annradcliffe #literarycriticism #englishliterature #theromantics #darkacadmiaaesthetic #darkacademia #studygram #academia #bookish #bookquote https://www.instagram.com/p/B_gIvJWAMk2/?igshid=12o11mdhn1fe4
So bright and delicate #keatshouse #johnkeats #fannybrawne #london (at Keats House) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByhuYo2noul/?igshid=xc12jht3bmkr
Good Friday... April 2019 #london #hampsteadheath #goodfriday #keatshouse #mylife #myLondon #myGoodFriday #photo #photography #photographers #interiors #lifestyle #regencyengland #strretstyle #stylediaries #picoftheday #outfitoftheday #fashionista #fashiondiaries #fashionhistory #athomeintheworld #traveldeeper #dametraveler #passionpassport #lifeofawriter #lifeofaconsultant #makingtheimpossiblepossible #myworld🌎 (at Keats House) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwb7I4mJ0nz/?igshid=ivpzvm8ebd70
"The great beauty of Poetry is, that it makes every thing every place interesting." - John Keats, 1918. Ah, Keats. If you'd like to share your poetry (or any art at all) with us, use the link in the bio - we're open for submissions! #generallygothic #gothic #johnkeats #keats #keatshouse #romanticpoets #darkromantic #callforsubmissions #openforsubmissions #callforpoetry #callforartists #callforpoets #quote
Once occupied by Romantic poet John Keats. "Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter".
Epicenter of dreaminess.✨ #keats #keatshouse #hampstead #london #romantic #poet (at Hampstead, United Kingdom)
To Autumn 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-eaves 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river-sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. John Keats, on the first day of autumn. Keats House, August 2014. #londontown #hampstead #keatshouse #johnkeats #poetry #toautumn #firstdayoffall #firstdayofautumn #tbt #fallequinox #autumnequinox (at Keats House)