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Keep Bright Star (2009) On Your Home Screen

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Charles Armitage Brown: Uh, Mr. Keats is composing and does not want disturbing. Fanny Brawne: It's my finding, in the business of disturbing, you're the expert. Mrs. Brawne: Fanny, why not speak to one of us you hold in higher favor? Fanny Brawne: I'm praising him!

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Charles Armitage Brown: Uh, Mr. Keats is composing and does not want disturbing. Fanny Brawne: It's my finding, in the business of disturbing, you're the expert. Mrs. Brawne: Fanny, why not speak to one of us you hold in higher favor? Fanny Brawne: I'm praising him!

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Play Charles Armitage Brown: Uh, Mr. Keats is composing and does not want disturbing. Fanny Brawne: It's my finding, in the business of disturbing, you're the expert. Mrs. Brawne: Fanny, why not speak to one of us you hold in higher favor? Fanny Brawne: I'm praising him!

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Fanny Brawne: My stitching has more merit and admirers that your two scribblings put together. John Keats: Good bye, minxstress. Fanny Brawne: And I can make money from it.

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Fanny Brawne: My stitching has more merit and admirers that your two scribblings put together. John Keats: Good bye, minxstress. Fanny Brawne: And I can make money from it.

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Play Fanny Brawne: My stitching has more merit and admirers that your two scribblings put together. John Keats: Good bye, minxstress. Fanny Brawne: And I can make money from it.

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No I'm not clever with poetry. Well neither it seems am I. Still I have some hope for myself I think hope useful.

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No I'm not clever with poetry. Well neither it seems am I. Still I have some hope for myself I think hope useful.

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Play No I'm not clever with poetry. Well neither it seems am I. Still I have some hope for myself I think hope useful.

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[last lines] John Keats: [voice over credits, from Ode to a Nightingale] Forlorn! the very word is like a bell / To toll me back from thee to my sole self! / Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well / As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. / Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades / Past the near meadows, over the still stream, / Up the hill side; and now 'tis buried deep / In the next valley glades: / Was it a vision, or a waking dream? / Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

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[last lines] John Keats: [voice over credits, from Ode to a Nightingale] Forlorn! the very word is like a bell / To toll me back from thee to my sole self! / Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well / As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. / Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades / Past the near meadows, over the still stream, / Up the hill side; and now 'tis buried deep / In the next valley glades: / Was it a vision, or a waking dream? / Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

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Play [last lines] John Keats: [voice over credits, from Ode to a Nightingale] Forlorn! the very word is like a bell / To toll me back from thee to my sole self! / Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well / As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. / Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades / Past the near meadows, over the still stream, / Up the hill side; and now 'tis buried deep / In the next valley glades: / Was it a vision, or a waking dream? / Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

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[last lines before credits] Fanny Brawne: [speaking Keat's poem Bright Star] Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art - / Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night / And watching, with eternal lids apart, / Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, / The moving waters at their priestlike task / Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, / Or gazing on the new soft fallen masque / Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - / No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable / Pillow'd...

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[last lines before credits] Fanny Brawne: [speaking Keat's poem Bright Star] Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art - / Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night / And watching, with eternal lids apart, / Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, / The moving waters at their priestlike task / Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, / Or gazing on the new soft fallen masque / Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - / No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable / Pillow'd...

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Play [last lines before credits] Fanny Brawne: [speaking Keat's poem Bright Star] Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art - / Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night / And watching, with eternal lids apart, / Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, / The moving waters at their priestlike task / Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, / Or gazing on the new soft fallen masque / Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - / No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable / Pillow'd...

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Play He died when I was still very young.

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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree. then it had better not come at all

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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree. then it had better not come at all

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Play If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree. then it had better not come at all

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I still don't know how to work out a poem. A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake. is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the Lake to luxuriate in the sensation of water You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery. I Love mystery.

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I still don't know how to work out a poem. A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake. is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the Lake to luxuriate in the sensation of water You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery. I Love mystery.

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Play I still don't know how to work out a poem. A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake. is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the Lake to luxuriate in the sensation of water You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery. I Love mystery.

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Mr Keats knows he cannot Like you. He has no Living and no income.

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Mr Keats knows he cannot Like you. He has no Living and no income.

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Play Mr Keats knows he cannot Like you. He has no Living and no income.

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Also Mr Spenser Mr Milton and The Odyssey. That's a lot to read in one week.

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Also Mr Spenser Mr Milton and The Odyssey. That's a lot to read in one week.

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Play Also Mr Spenser Mr Milton and The Odyssey. That's a lot to read in one week.