"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness."
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Source: 'Endymion' (1818) preface
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