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John Keats (Джон Китс)

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Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,
  When streams of light pour down the golden west,
  And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds, -- far, far away to leave
All meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve
  From little cares; to find, with easy quest,
  A fragrant wild, with Nature's beauty drest,
And there into delight my soul deceive.
There warm my breast with patriotic lore,
  Musing on Milton's fate -- on Sydney's bier --
    Till their stern forms before my mind arise:
Perhaps on the wing of Poesy upsoar,
  Full often dropping a delicious tear,
    When some melodious sorrow spells mine eyes.


John Keats's other poems:
  1. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There
  2. Lines Written on 29 May, the Anniversary of Charles’s Restoration, on Hearing the Bells Ringing
  3. Isabella, or, The Pot of Basil
  4. Эндимион. Книга 4Endymion. Book 4
  5. Teignmouth

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