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1 " Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! "
― John Keats , Ode to a Nightingale
2 " Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, "
3 " Where but to think is to be full of sorrowAnd leaden-eyed despairs "