Прекрасная девушка с Тибра (Перевод)

Sing a song of Spring-time, The world is going round, Blown by the south wind: Listen to its sound.…

Small traveler from an unseen shore, By mortal eye ne'er seen before, To you, good-morrow. You are as fair a little dame…

NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping, Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision, Wherein I heard a wondrous Voice intoning:Crying aloud, “The Master on His throne Openeth now the seventh seal of wonder,…

True — there are books and books. There’s Gray, For instance, and there’s Bacon; There’s Longfellow, and Monstrelet, And also Colton’s “ Lacon,”…

PLAY me a march, low-ton’d and slow—a march for a silent tread, Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams of the silent dead, Lonely, between the bones below and the souls that are overhead.Here for a while they smil’d and sang, alive in the interspace, Here with the grass beneath the foot, and the stars above the face,…

HOW many colors here do we see set, Like rings upon God’s finger? Some say three, Some four, some six, some seven. All agree To left of red, to right of violet,…

There once was an old man of Lyme Who married three wives at a time, When asked, "Why a third?" He replied, "One's absurd!…

THERE is a singing in the summer air, The blue and brown moths flutter o’er the grass, The stubble bird is creaking in the wheat, And perch’d upon the honeysuckle-hedge…