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The poem is a sonnet and describes the certainty that life will end and the uncertainty of what there is beyond that life.
About the author - John Keats (1795 -- 1821) was an English Romantic poet. He was born in London, England. Sensual imagery was a distinct feature of his poetry. Despite unfavorable criticism earlier, he was well appreciated in later part of his life and after death.
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The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More harkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crowned.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp, -
That 'tis their sighing, wailing, ere they go
Into oblivion -that fresh flowers will grow,
And many glories of immortal stamp.
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The poem is a sonnet and describes the certainty that life will end and the uncertainty of what there is beyond that life.
About the author - John Keats (1795 -- 1821) was an English Romantic poet. He was born in London, England. Sensual imagery was a distinct feature of his poetry. Despite unfavorable criticism earlier, he was well appreciated in later part of his life and after death.
Voice Over Artist - Supriya Kapoor
VFX Producer - Shravan Shah
Content Producer - Sreejoni Nag
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The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More harkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crowned.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp, -
That 'tis their sighing, wailing, ere they go
Into oblivion -that fresh flowers will grow,
And many glories of immortal stamp.










