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		<title>Ode on Keats’s “Ode on Indolence”</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I Who else’s praises could, like Grecian ink, Drip precious on the page in metered form? Whose lofty dreams of indolence fail to sink Beneath the bleak insomnia of the morn? Thou, poet, trappest not the heart in verse, Nor leavest thou the reader in thy wake; Emotions freest thou in rhymèd hordes, And quenchest&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Poor Keats, When Worried He’d Die</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>still stuffed with unspilled images would “. . . stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.” Think? I tell him. Not much compensation for dying young. Romantic imagination, he says. Soul-making. Acrobatic tricks of mind on earthly apparati. You don’t quite stick the landing, I say, unimpressed. I’d hoped for&#8230;</p>
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