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"The poetry of the earth is ceasing never;
On a lone winter evening when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever."
- John Keats

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"The calmest thoughts come round us; as of leaves

Budding - fruit ripening in stillness - Autumn suns

Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves."

- John Keats

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"Oh for a draught of vintage! that hath been

Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,

Tasting of flora and the country green,

Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!"

- John Keats