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John Keats (Джон Китс)


Addressed To Haydon


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



John Keats's other poems:
  1. To Ailsa Rock
  2. To John Hamilton Reynolds
  3. Dawlish Fair
  4. Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq.
  5. Teignmouth


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