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• Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
  -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 16...
• 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...
• Asleep in lap of legends old. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 15
• 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...
• 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...
• Let a woman show deference, not being a slave to her husband
  let her show she is ready to be guided, not coerced....
• Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. -- John Kea