John Keats - On the Sonnet lyrics

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John Keats - On the Sonnet lyrics

If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, And, like Andromeda, the sonnet sweet Fetter'd, in spite of painéd loveliness; Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd, Sandals more interwoven and complete To fit the naked foot of Poesy; Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd By ear industrious, and attention meet; Misers of sound and syllable, no less Than Midas of his coinage, let us be Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown; So, if we may not let the Muse be free, She will be bound with garlands of her own.