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“Where are you now? How are the nymphs? I suppose they have led you a fine dance.”

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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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