![]() |
||
|
Главная • Биографии • Стихи по темам • Случайное стихотворение • Переводчики • Ссылки Рейтинг поэтов • Рейтинг стихотворений |
|
* * * Think not of it, sweet one, so; Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayest, but bid it go Any, any where. Do not look so sad, sweet one, Sad and fadingly; Shed one drop then–It is gone– Oh! ’twas born to die. Still so pale?–then, dearest, weep; Weep! I’ll count the tears; And each one shall be a bliss For thee in after years. Brighter has it left thine eyes Than a sunny hill: And thy whispering melodies Are tenderer still. Yet, as all things mourn awhile At fleeting blisses, Let us too!–but be our dirge A dirge of kisses. John Keats's other poems:
![]() Количество обращений к стихотворению: 852 |
||
|
||
Английская поэзия. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru |