"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"In the long vista of the years to roll,\\ Let me not see my country's honor fade;\\ Oh! let me see our land retain its soul!\\ Her pride in Freedom, and not Freedom's shade."
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Source: Letter to George and Georgiana Keats, 19 February 1819, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 2, p. 67
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