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John KeatsJK

John Keats

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John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped1. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John\'s father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she\'d made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances\' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which...

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Emanuel

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nothing

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IC

Iulia Constantinescu

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nothing that could interest you...

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Not importantNI

Not important

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Nothing important.

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Andreea Bustea

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Nothing looks like it seems.

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diaconescu dianaDD

diaconescu diana

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"Though nothing can bring back the hour,of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, but rather find strength in what remains behind." william wordsworth

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Grumezescu PetronelaGP

Grumezescu Petronela

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Words mean nothing.....

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Tarnoveanu Silviu

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I shouldnt say nothing ... cuz Nothing is to say ... or should be , but would hurt ... Incearca sa intelegi ce citesti si cum citesti atunci cand citesti ceea ce citesti , citind poieziile ce le-am citit atunci cand le-am scris ... atunci cand le citesti defapt le mai citesc eu odata pentru tine , pentru ca si dealtfel ar fi doar si numai ..... stii tu ... ceva cuvinte fara de`nteles . Incearca sa intri pe : http://ConstantinSilviu.blogspot.com de-ti place iti fac si tie una Originala ... will not take more then 5 mins ... but will be like .... a durat 1 an . Nr contact : 0749 12 55 22 e-mail : Dizzy.minimal@gmail.com Best Regards T.C Silviu

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Valentina Gheorghe

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I am nothing in particular, yet I AM :)

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codrin antonoviciCA

codrin antonovici

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I am to be and nothing more

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Nothing Left To Lose

de julianpo

se ia un cuvant si se apasa in cutia fotografica a memoriei pana cand incepe sa se roseasca... inima iti bate cu putere simti cum trupul ti se strange in gene arunci o privire in fata pe perete...

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The Apocalyptic Subculture of a Woman\'s Man

de Ohm

Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,...

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Silence

de oana stanescu

I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...

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Atlas Shrugged

de Ayn Rand

\"Ladies and gentlemen,\" said a voice that came from the radio receiver—a man\'s clear, calm, implacable voice, the kind of voice that had not been heard on the airwaves for years—\"Mr. Thompson...

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The Afternoon of a Faun

de Stéphane Mallarmé

These nymphs I would perpetuate. So clear Their light carnation, that it floats in the air Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved? My doubt, a heap of ancient night, is finishing In many...

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Taming of the Shrew

de William Shakespeare

Induction, Scene I SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. Enter Hostess and SLY SLY I\'ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, you rogue! SLY Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues;...

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The Ants

de Bernard Werber

The Ants ... On the forty-fifth floor of the basement, the 103,683rd asexual ant made her way into the wrestling halls, low-ceilinged rooms where the soldiers exercised inreadiness for the spring...

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Inside Out

de Ohm

Sometimes people are put into My life because I need them, But often it gets turned around, And it\'s them who need me. That\'s when I start to become drained, Giving all my energy, With nothing left...

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ashes to ashes

de Andrei Dumitrescu

ashes to ashes dirt to dirt, there\'s no love for us here in this world, ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt, nothing left here but hurt...

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The Need of Being Versed in Country Things

de Robert Frost

The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of the house that stood, Like a pistil after the petals go The barn opposed across the way, That would...

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