Ever reflective and tender, Keats, in a letter to his love Fanny Brawne,
“If I should die,” said I to myself, “I have left no immortal work behind me—nothing to make my friends proud of my memory—but I have lov’d the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remember’d.” (Feb. 1820)
Love the principle of beauty in all things, writer.
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