Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu ✨ Ode on Melancholy…

John Keats
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Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu ✨ Ode on Melancholy l. 21 (1820)
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Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it r … ▶
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