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Keats, John: Keen, Fitful Gusts

Portre of Keats, John

Keen, Fitful Gusts (English)

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there

Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;

The stars look very cold about the sky,

And I have many miles on foot to fare.

Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,

Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,

Or of those silver lamps that burn on high,

Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair:

For I am brimfull of the friendliness

That in a little cottage I have found;

Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress,

And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd;

Of lovely Laura in her light green dress,

And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown'd.



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Heves, rugaszkodó vihar (Hungarian)

Heves, rugaszkodó vihar sziszeg,

félig kopár száraz bokrok közén;

hideg csillagok merednek felém,

míg sok mérföldön át gyalog megyek.

De alig érzem az éles leget,

s nem búsulok hulló lomb énekén,

s nem rémit égi ezüst lámpafény,

sem út és otthon közti rengeteg:

mert megtölt a barátság árama,

melyet szívem kis hajlékban talált;

s a szőke Milton ékes bánata,

barátsága holt Lycidas iránt;

látom Laurát, rajt halványzöld ruha,

s Petrarca hű fején a koronát.



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