In after-time, a sage of mickle lore

Yclep’d Typographus, the Giant took,

And did refit his limbs as heretofore,

And made him read in many a learned book,

And into many a lively legend look;

Thereby in goodly themes so training him,

That all his brutishness he quite forsook,

When, meeting Artegall and Talus grim,

The one he struck stone-blind, the other’s eyes wox dim.

 

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John Keats

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