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John Keats (Джон Китс)


On Seeing the Elgin Marbles


My spirit is too weak--mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship, tells me I must die
Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.
Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep,
Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
Bring round the heart an undescribable feud;
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude
Wasting of old Time--with a billowy main--
A sun--a shadow of a magnitude.



John Keats's other poems:
  1. Gif Ye Wol Stonden Hardie Wight
  2. Teignmouth
  3. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There
  4. A Song of Opposites
  5. The Gothic Looks Solemn


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