John Keats (Джон Китс)

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1

The Gothic looks solemn,
The plain Doric column
Supports an old bishop and crosier;
The mouldering arch,
Shaded o’er by a larch,
Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier.

2

Vice–that is, by turns,–
O’er pale faces mourns
The black tassell’d trencher and common hat;
The chantry boy sings,
The steeple-bell rings,
And as for the Chancellor–dominat.

3

There are plenty of trees,
And plenty of ease,
And plenty of fat dear for parsons;
And when it is venison,
Short is the benison,–
Then each on a leg or thigh fastens.

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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