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John Keats

But this is human life: the war, the deeds,  The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination’s struggles, far and nigh, All human; bearing in themselves this good, That they are still the air, the subtle food, To make us feel existence, and to shew How quiet death is. — John Keats, from “Endymion,” 154 -160. (1884) The… Continue reading John Keats

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