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“Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.”

Quote by John Keats

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John Keats, a British Romantic poet, was born on October 31, 1795, and died on February 23, 1821. Known for his profound depictions of nature, love, and death, Keats' poetry is characterized by its fresh style and sincere emotion, exerting a profound influence on poets of later generations. more

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“The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.”

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Book:Poetical works

Source: Poetical works

“The grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead.”

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“Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.”

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“I have nothing to speak of but my self-and what can I say but what I feel.”

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“Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.”

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“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!”

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“But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.”

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Book:The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats

Source: The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats

“Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek; Then off at once, as in a wanton freak: Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings Pausing upon their yellow flutterings.”

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Book:Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard

Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard