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Sonnet: Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe'

By John Keats

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This pleasant tale is like a little copse:     The honied lines do freshly interlace,     To keep the reader in so sweet a place,     So that he here and there full hearted stops;     And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops     Come cool and suddenly against his face,     And by the wandering melody may trace     Which way the tender-legged linnet hops.     Oh! What a power hath white simplicity!     What mighty power has this gentle story!     I, that for ever feel athirst for glory,     Could at this moment be content to lie     Meekly upon the grass, as those whose sobbings     Were heard of none beside the mournful robbins.

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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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