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HE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild goat runs across the wold, But yesterday his love he told, I know he will come back to me...

BOOK I
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains
And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps In dear remembrance,—lonel...

"Oh yes,
I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual
He will never make his way
" Letter of George Keats, 18— Night falls; the great jars glow against the dark,