"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits."
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Source: Mary Botham Howitt, Henry Hart Milman, John Keats (1840). “The poetical works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: complete in one volume”, p.533
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