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• And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St.
  Agnes, Stanza 30...
• A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St.
  Agnes, Stanza 18...
• As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St.
  Agnes, Stanza 27...
• Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
  -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 3...
• The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St.
  Agnes, Stanza 4...
• Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
  -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 16...
• He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd "La belle dame sans mercy.
  -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 33...
• Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. -- John Kea