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John Keats - On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing "The Stranger" Played At Inverary
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Of late two dainties were before me plac`d
Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent,
From the ninth sphere to me benignly sent 
That Gods might know my own particular taste:
First the soft Bag-pipe mourn`d with zealous haste,
The Stranger next with head on bosom bent
Sigh`d; rueful again the piteous Bag-pipe went,
Again the Stranger sighings fresh did waste.
O Bag-pipe thou didst steal my heart away -- 
O Stranger thou didst re-assert thy sway --
Again thou Stranger gav`st me fresh alarm --
Alas! I could not choose.  Ah! my poor heart
Mum chance art thou with both oblig`d to part.
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