Happy Is England - John Keats

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Happy Is England - John Keats

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Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent: Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne And half forget what world or worldling meant Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters; Enough their simple loveliness for me Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging: Yet do I often warmly burn to see Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing And float with them about the summer waters

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  • John Keats