John Keats (Джон Китс)

On the Sonnet

If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of poesy;
Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress
Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd
By ear industrious, and attention meet:
Misers of sound and syllable, no less
Than Midas of his coinage, let us be
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown;
So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
She will be bound with garlands of her own. 

1. The House of Mourning Written by Mr. Scott
2. Два лакомства мне враз поднесено • On Hearing the Bag-Pipe and Seeing “The Stranger” Played at Inverary
3. Смеялся я сейчас - но почему? • Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell
4. Ответ на сонет Дж. Г. Рейнолдса • Written in Answer to a Sonnet by J.H. Reynolds
5. Что сказал дрозд • What the Thrush Said

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