‘By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide; – The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; – The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm…’
The Eve of St Agnes
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I have said nothing yet of our getting on among the loose stones large and small sometimes one two sometimes on three, sometimes four legs – sometimes two and stick, sometimes three and stick, then four again, then two, then a jump, so that we kept ringing changes on foot, hand, Stick…’
John Keats
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