Keats was the son of a livery stable keeper who died when he was eight; his mother died when he was 14. Keats remained deeply attached to his two brot ..
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I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
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I Strove with None by Walter Savage Landor