John Keats quotes

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His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead,
Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;
He enter'd, but he enter'd full of wrath;
Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.
symbols divine,
"Manifestations of that beauteous life
"Diffus'd unseen throughout eternal space:"
O! let me have thee
whole,--all--all--be mine!
To know the change and feel it,
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
For I am brimfull of the friendliness
That in a little cottage I have found;
I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death pale were they all;
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