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"My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky."
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Source: John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.178
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