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John Keats (Джон Китс)


A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paolo And Francesca


As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;
And seeing it asleep, so fled away,
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm. 



John Keats's other poems:
  1. Isabella, or, The Pot of Basil
  2. Gif Ye Wol Stonden Hardie Wight
  3. On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
  4. Before He Went to Live with Owls and Bats
  5. Think not of it, Sweet one, so


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