John Keats:
[
about writing poetry] It ought to come like leaves to a tree, or it better not come at all.
Fanny Brawne:
[
the night before he leaves] You know I would do anything
John Keats:
I have a conscience.
Charles Armitage Brown:
I failed John Keats. I did not know til now how tightly he wound himself around my heart.
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