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John Keats
(1795-1821)
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Poetry
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La Belle Dame sans mersi
Bright star!
In a drear-nighted December
Keen fitful gusts
On first looking
into Chapman's Homer
On the sea
The human seasons
On the grasshopper and cricket
When I have fears thet
I may cease to be
To one who has been long
in sity pent
To autumn
To sleep
Ode to a nightingale
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