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Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness

By John Keats

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Brother belov'd if health shall smile again,     Upon this wasted form and fever'd cheek:     If e'er returning vigour bid these weak     And languid limbs their gladsome strength regain,     Well may thy brow the placid glow retain     Of sweet content and thy pleas'd eye may speak     The conscious self applause, but should I seek     To utter what this heart can feel, Ah! vain     Were the attempt! Yet kindest friends while o'er     My couch ye bend, and watch with tenderness     The being whom your cares could e'en restore,     From the cold grasp of Death, say can you guess     The feelings which these lips can ne'er express;     Feelings, deep fix'd in grateful memory's store.

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About John Keats

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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