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• A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St.
  Agnes, Stanza 18...
• And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St.
  Agnes, Stanza 30...
• Asleep in lap of legends old. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 15
• As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St.
  Agnes, Stanza 27...
• 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...
• United Way meeting at 3:00 this afternoon at St. John's.
• And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxiv, Stanza 3...