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And striped its pure, celestial white
With streakings of the morning light.

Flag of the free heart’s hope and home!
  By angel hands to valour given!
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
  And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Forever float that standard sheet!
  Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom’s soil beneath our feet,
  And Freedom’s banner streaming o’er us?

The American Flag.

John Keats. (1795–1821)

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A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.

Endymion. Book i.

5916

He ne’er is crown’d
With immortality, who fears to follow
Where airy voices lead.

Endymion. Book ii.

5917

        To sorrow
    I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
    But cheerly, cheerly,
    She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind.

Endymion. Book iv.

5918

So many, and so many, and such glee.

Endymion. Book iv.

5919

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust.

Lamia. Part ii.

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There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings.

Lamia. Part ii.

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