My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, - That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and ...

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John Keats, an English romantic poet born on 31st October, 1795 in London. In his short lifetime he published 3 books of poetry.  He lost his parents at the very early stage of his life. Richard Abbey and John Rowland Sandell were the two London merchants who were appointed by the Keats’s maternal grandmother as his guardians. At the age of fifteen he was withdrew from the Clarke school by Abbey to apprentice with an apothecary surgeon. He also studied ...

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I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore; And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briers my joys and desires. ...

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