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John Keats

John Keats

On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again

O golden—tongued Romance with serene lute!
  Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!
  Leave melodizing on this wintry day,
Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute:
Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute,
  Betwixt damnation and impassion’d clay
  Must I burn through; once more humbly assay
The bitter—sweet of this Shakespearian fruit.
Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion,
  Begetters of our deep eternal theme,
When through the old oak forest I am gone,
  Let me not wander in a barren dream,
But when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.

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