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John Keats (Джон Китс)


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After dark vapours have oppressed our plains
For a long dreary season, comes a day
Born of the gentle South, and clears away
From the sick heavens all unseemly stains.
The anxious month, relievèd of its pains,
Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May;
The eyelids with the passing coolness play,
Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains.
The calmest thoughts come round us—as of leaves
Budding,—fruit ripening in stillness,—autumn suns
Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves,—
Sweet Sappho’s cheek;—a smiling infant’s breath,—
The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs,—
A woodland rivulet, a Poet’s death.



John Keats's other poems:
  1. Gif Ye Wol Stonden Hardie Wight
  2. Lines To Fanny
  3. On Sitting down to Read King Lear Once Again
  4. On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
  5. I am as Brisk


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