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John Keats (Джон Китс)


Addressed to the Same


Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake,
Catches his freshness from Archangel’s wing:
He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
The social smile, the chain for Freedom’s sake:
And lo!—whose stedfastness would never take
A meaner sound than Raphael’s whispering.
And other spirits there are standing apart
Upon the forehead of the age to come;
These, these will give the world another heart,
And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings?
Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.



John Keats's other poems:
  1. Teignmouth
  2. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There
  3. A Song of Opposites
  4. The Gothic Looks Solemn
  5. To John Hamilton Reynolds


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