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No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem'd to say 'Write! thou wilt never have a better day.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Think
Air
Rhymes
Thinking
Seem
Wilt
Pleasure
Measures
Write
Rhyme
Seems
Pleasures
Better
Sooner
Writing
Began
Never
Thou
Floated

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