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Sonnet III: Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison

By John Keats

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What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state,     Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he,     In his immortal spirit, been as free     As the sky-searching lark, and as elate.     Minion of grandeur! think you he did wait?     Think you he nought but prison-walls did see,     Till, so unwilling, thou unturn'dst the key?     Ah, no! far happier, nobler was his fate!     In Spenser's halls he stray'd, and bowers fair,     Culling enchanted flowers; and he flew     With daring Milton through the fields of air:     To regions of his own his genius true     Took happy flights. Who shall his fame impair     When thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew?

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John Keats (1795–1821) was an English Romantic poet whose odes—"Ode to a Nightingale," "Ode on a Grecian Urn," "To Autumn"—are among the most celebrated in the language. Despite dying of tuberculosis at 25, he produced work of extraordinary sensory richness and philosophical depth.

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