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“Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill Of trumpets—Lycius started—the sounds fled, But left a thought, a buzzing in his head. For the first time, since first he harbour'd in That purple-lined palace of sweet sin, His spirit pass'd beyond its golden bourn Into the noisy world almost forsworn. The lady, ever watchful, penetrant, Saw this with pain, so arguing a want Of something more, more than her empery Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh Because he mused beyond her, knowing well That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.”

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Book:Lamia
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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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