"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!"
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Source: John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.6, Рипол Классик
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