И дни полны не вполне (Перевод)

Towards the Noel that morte saison (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!)Then when the grey wolves everychone Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon Then makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal! with…

En robe de parade. Like a skein of loose silk blown against a She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal

Earth's winter And I being part of And sith the spirit of all moveth in meI must needs bear earth's Drawn cold and grey with

When I am oldI will not have you look From me, into the cold, Friend of my heart, Nor be sad in your

Lord God of heaven that with mercy dight Th'alternate prayer wheel of the night and light Eternal hath to thee, and in whose sight Our days as rain drops in the sea surge fall, As bright white drops upon a leaden sea Grant so my songs to…

Love thou thy All base love scorning, Love thou the And here take

Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogsI am compelled to That man is the superior animal. When I consider the curious habits of manI confess, my friend, I am puzzled.