The Eve of St. Agnes, XXIII, [Out went the taper as she hurried in]
Out went the taper as she hurried in; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide: No utter'd syllable, or, woe betide! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
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Born in 1795, John Keats was an English Romantic poet and author of three poems considered to be among the finest in the English language
Date Published: 1820-01-01
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