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John Keats (Джон Китс)


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UNFELT unheard, unseen,
I've left my little queen,
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch,
Who---who could tell how much
There is for madness---cruel, or complying?

Those faery lids how sleek!
Those lips how moist!---they speak,
In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds:
Into my fancy's ear
Melting a burden dear,
How "Love doth know no fulness, nor no bounds."

True!---tender monitors!
I bend unto your laws:
This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
So, without more ado,
I'll feel my heaven anew,
For all the blushing of the hasty morn.



John Keats's other poems:
  1. Written on a Blank Space
  2. Written upon the Top of Ben Nevis
  3. Bards of Passion and of Mirth
  4. On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
  5. To Ailsa Rock


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Lines ("Before we part to alien thoughts and aims")
  • Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) Lines ("Wheresoe'er I turn my view") 1777
  • Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Lines ("I MURDER hate by field or flood") 1790
  • John Lockhart (Джон Локкарт) Lines ("When youthful faith hath fled")

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