Keats

For The Eve of St Agnes – John Keats at his very best

For The Eve of St Agnes – John Keats at his very best This is just a quick post, as today is St. Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp’d trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold:...

After a winter in Brittany – ‘The Darkling Thrush’

After a winter in Brittany – ‘The Darkling Thrush’ Yesterday… It snowed again this morning. On the 14th of April. Yesterday was so beautiful – the sky blue with a very few clouds occasionally blurring the warm sunshine – so waking up to the white stuff was a complete...