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Bronze bulls on pianos, or ‘On first Looking into Chapman’s Homer’

I haven’t written about ┬áJohn Keats for a few weeks and have been meaning to start a series of posts on his circle of friends; many of whom were key to his development as a poet. However, an article via … Continue reading

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