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'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,-- That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. -John Keats (1795-1821), Ode to a Nightingale |
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