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“How I like claret!...It fills one's mouth with a gushing freshness, then goes down to cool and feverless; then, you do not feel it quarrelling with one's liver. No; 'tis rather a peace-maker, and lies as quiet as it did in the grape. Then it is as fragrant as the Queen Bee, and the more ethereal part mounts into the brain, not assaulting the cerebral apartments, like a bully looking for his trull, and hurrying from door to door, bouncing against the wainscott, but rather walks like Aladdin about his enchanted palace, so gently that you do not feel his step.”

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John Keats
John Keats

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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