John Keats

John Keats

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United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be- He took In his knapsack A book Full of vowels And a shirt With some towels, A slight cap For night cap, A hair brush, Comb ditto, New stoc...
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Unfelt unheard, unseen,      I've left my little queen,
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:      Ah
through their nestling touch,      Who -- who could tell how
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Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, ...
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will
Pass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing
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O Sovereign power of love
O grief
O balm
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
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Old Meg she was a gipsy; And liv'd upon the moors:
Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And her house was out of doors
Her apples were swart blackberries, Her currants, pods o' broom;
Her wine was dew of the wild white rose, Her boo...
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God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the patient year, Where—-where slept thine ire,
When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath, Thy laurel, thy glory, The l...
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