"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me."
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Source: John Keats (2015). “The Complete Poetry of John Keats: Ode on a Grecian Urn + Ode to a Nightingale + Hyperion + Endymion + The Eve of St. Agnes + Isabella + Ode to Psyche + Lamia + Sonnets and more from one of the most beloved English Romantic poets”, p.246, e-artnow
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