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When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
May
Hand
Behold
Live
High
Trace
Never
Face
Shadows
Think
Chance
Symbols
Thinking
Faces
Romance
Upon
Shadow
Night
Magic
Starr
Hands
Huge
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