John Keats - Sonnet XIII. Addressed To Haydon

John Keats - Sonnet XIII. Addressed To Haydon

High-mindedness, a jealousy for good, br A loving-kindness for the great man's fame, br Dwells here and there with people of no name, br In noisome alley, and in pathless wood: br And where we think the truth least understood, br Oft may be found a 'singleness of aim,' br That ought to frighten into hooded shame br A money-mongering, pitiable brood. br How glorious this affection for the cause br Of steadfast genius, toiling gallantly! br What when a stout unbending champion awes br Envy and malice to their native sty? br Unnumbered souls breathe out a still applause, br Proud to behold him in his country's eye.


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