1 мин
Слушать(AI)The Bride
OU know, my friends, with what a brave carouseI made a second marriage in my house,— Divorced old barren Reason from my
And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse.” So sang the Lord of Poets.
In a gleam Of light that made her like an angel seem, The Daughter of the Vine said: “I
Am Reason, and the Other was a Dream.”
Ambrose Bierce
Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce (June 24, 1842– circa 1914) was an American short story writer, journalist, poet, and Civil War veteran. His book The De
Комментарии
Вам нужно войти , чтобы оставить комментарий
Другие работы автора
Presentiment
TH saintly grace and reverent tread She walked among the graves with me; Her every footfall seemed to beA benediction on the dead The guardian spirit of the place She seemed, and I some ghost forlorn, Surprised by the untimely She made w...
Christian
I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo The godly multitudes walked to and Beneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad, With pious mien, appropriately sad,
To The Bartholdi Statue
O Liberty, God-gifted— Young and immortal maid— In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade Its crimson menace, flaming Upon the sea and shore, Is, trumpet-like, proclaiming That Law shall be no more Austere incendiary...
The Key Note
I dreamed I was dreaming one morn as I lay In a garden with flowers teeming On an island I lay in a mystical bay, In the dream I dreamed I was dreaming The ghost of a scent—had it followed me there From the place where I truly was restin...