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• As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. -- John Keats (1795-1821) -- The Eve of St.
  Agnes, Stanza 27...
• 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...
• A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne. -- John Lyly (c.
  1554-1606) -- Euphues and his England, Page 314...
• And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Annus Mirabilis, Stanza 39...