"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"No one can usurp the heights... But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest."
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Source: John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.233, Рипол Классик
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