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And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
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Love
Bright
Life
Delight
Thee
Warm
Casement
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Shadowy
Winning
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Night
Torches
Thought
Soft

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