John Keats (Джон Китс)

To John Hamilton Reynolds (O that a week could be an age, and we)

    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. 

1. Песня («Прискакал незнакомец и въехал во двор») • Song (“The stranger lighted from his steed”)
2. Песня четырёх фей • Song of Four Faries
3. При получении лаврового венка от Ли Ханта • On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt
4. Bards of Passion and of Mirth
5. Lines Written on 29 May, the Anniversary of Charles’s Restoration, on Hearing the Bells Ringing

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