John Keats Quotes
No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. 
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It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
- John Keats
