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To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Stills
Breaths
Still
Sweet
Swoon
Ever
Hear
Swell
Live
Forever
Unrest
Feel
Taken
Tender
Feels
Fall
Soft
Death
Awake
Else
Breath

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