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Paper 1 - Tragedy
John Keats Poetry
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
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'knight-at-arms,
alone
and palely
loitering
?'
'The
sedge
has
withered
from the
lake
, and no
birds
sing.'
'a faery's
child'
'She
looked
at
me
as she did
love'
'I
set
her on my
pacing
steed
and nothing
else
saw all
day
long'
'in
language
strange
she said - I love thee
true'
'She
took
me to her
elfin
grot'
'I shut her
wild
wild
eyes'
'she
lulled
me
asleep'
'pale
warriors
,
death-pale
were they all'