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- 1816
- WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON
- by John Keats
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- What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state,
- Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he,
- In his immortal spirit, been as free
- As the sky-searching lark, and as elate.
- Minion of grandeur! think you he did wait?
- Think you he naught but prison walls did see,
- Till, so unwilling, thou unturn'dst the key?
- Ah, no! far happier, nobler was his fate!
- In Spenser's halls he stray'd, and bowers fair,
- Culling enchanted flowers; and he flew
- With daring Milton through the fields of air:
- To regions of his own his genius true
- Took happy flights. Who shall his fame impair
- When thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew?
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- THE END
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