I see a lilly on thy brow, / With anguish moist and fever dew; / And on thy cheek a fading rose / Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads / Full beautiful, a faery's child; / Her hair was long, her foot was light, / And her eyes were wild.

John Keats

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On a half-reapÃ¨d furrow sound asleep, / Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook / Spares the next swath and all its twinÃ¨d flowers.

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Walk till the blood appears on the cheek, but not the sweat on the brow

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