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John Keats (Джон Китс)


To John Hamilton Reynolds


    Sonnet 

O that a week could be an age, and we
Felt parting and warm meeting every week,
Then one poor year a thousand years would be,
The flush of welcome ever on the cheek:
So could we live long life in little space,
So time itself would be annihilate,
So a day's journey in oblivious haze
To serve ourjoys would lengthen and dilate.
O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind!
To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant!
In little time a host of joys to bind,
And keep our souls in one eternal pant!
This morn, my friend, and yester-evening taught
Me how to harbour such a happy thought. 



John Keats's other poems:
  1. On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
  2. Addressed to the Same
  3. Lines Written on 29 May, the Anniversary of Charles’s Restoration, on Hearing the Bells Ringing
  4. Gif Ye Wol Stonden Hardie Wight
  5. The Gothic Looks Solemn


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