| John Keats (1795–1821). The Poetical Works of John Keats. 1884. |
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| 29. To Kosciusko |
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| GOOD Kosciusko, thy great name alone | |
| Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; | |
| It comes upon us like the glorious pealing | |
| Of the wide spheres—an everlasting tone. | |
| And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown, | 5 |
| The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing, | |
| And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing | |
| Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne. | |
| It tells me too, that on a happy day, | |
| When some good spirit walks upon the earth, | 10 |
| Thy name with Alfred’s, and the great of yore | |
| Gently commingling, gives tremendous birth | |
| To a loud hymn, that sounds far, far away | |
| To where the great God lives for evermore. | |
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