<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear<br>From my glad bosom, -- now from gloominess<br>I mount for ever -- not an atom less<br>Than the proud laurel shall content my bier.<br>No! by the eternal stars! or why sit here<br>In the Sun's eye, and 'gainst my temples press<br>Apollo's very leaves, woven to bless<br>By thy white fingers and thy spirit clear.<br>Lo! who dares say, 'Do this'? Who dares call down<br>My will from its high purpose? Who say,'Stand,'<br>Or, 'Go'? This mighty moment I would frown<br>On abject Caesars -- not the stoutest band<br>Of mailed heroes should tear off my crown:<br>Yet would I kneel and kiss thy gentle hand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421073" data-title="Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown de John Keats" data-description="Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom, -- now from gloominess I mount for ever -- not an atom less Than the proud laurel shall content my bier. No! by the eternal stars! or why sit here In the Sun's eye, and 'gainst my te..."></div> </div> </div>

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