Unformatted text preview: No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever 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 to death. John Keats, 1820...
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- Spring '08
- John Keats, bright star, Jane Campion, Guy's Hospital, Charles Armitage Brown