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John Keats (Джон Китс)


On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt


MINUTES are flying swiftly, and as yet
Nothing unearthly has enticed my brain
Into a delphic Labyrinth I would fain
Catch an unmortal thought to pay the debt
I owe to the kind Poet who has set
Upon my ambitious head a glorious gain.
Two bending laurel Sprigs 'tis nearly pain
To be conscious of such a Coronet.
Still time is fleeting, and no dream arises
Gorgeous as I would have it only I see
A Trampling down of what the world most prizes
Turbans and Crowns, and blank regality;
And then I run into most wild surmises
Of all the many glories that may be.



John Keats's other poems:
  1. Вступление к поэме. ОпытSpecimen of Induction to a Poem
  2. КалидорCalidore
  3. Строитель замкаThe Castle Builder
  4. ПоэтThe Poet
  5. «Ах, живи ты в век старинный...»To (“Hadst Thou Liv’d in Days of Old…”)


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