“But were there ever anyWrith'd not of passed joy?The feel of not to feel it,When there is none to heal it,Nor numbed sense to steel it,Was never said in rhyme.”

Recorded by a reliable secondary source; exact wording may differ.

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Wikiquote: John Keats

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