"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
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Source: Ode on a Grecian Urn l. 46 (1820)
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