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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Stars
Hung
Night
Bright
Art
Apart
Lids
Nature
Thou
Aloft
Would
Patient
Sleepless
Like
Star
Splendour
Watching
Steadfast
Eternal
Lone

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