Стихи и рассказы в категории Autumn. Читать онлайн

In this September rainy day
I choose to travel by Railway
To follow new and special strangers.
So, I just put on my backpack,

I.HUSH, moaning autumn wind! be still, be still!
Thy grieving voice forbiddeth hearts to rest;
We hear thee sweeping down the lonely hill,
And mournful thoughts crowd o'er the human breast.…

When soft September brings again
To yonder gorse its golden glow,
And Snowdon sends its autumn rain
To bid thy current livelier flow;…

With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out;…

Here by the baring bough
Raking up leaves,
Often I ponder how
Springtime deceives, –…

The trees are undressing, and fling in many places –
On the gray road, the roof, the window-sill –
Their radiant robes and ribbons and yellow laces;
A leaf each second so is flung at will,…

The Autumn skies are flushed with gold,
Add fair and bright the rivers run;
These are but streams of winter cold,
And painted mists that quench the sun.In secret boughs no sweet birds sing,…

Gone are the lovers, under the bush
Stretched at their ease;
Gone the bees,
Tangling themselves in your hair as they rush…

О Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,…

O envious Autumn wind, to blow
From covert vale and woodland crest
The mellow leaves, just as they glow
Brightest and loveliest;…

Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!…

Alas! Beautiful Summer now hath fled,
And the face of Nature doth seem dead,
And the leaves are withered, and falling off the trees,
By the nipping and chilling autumnal breeze.The pleasures of the little birds are all fled,…

Long hosts of sunlight, and the bright wind blows
A tourney trumpet on the listed hill:
Past is the splendor of the royal rose
And duchess daffodil.Crowned queen of beauty, in the garden's space,…

THE SUN sets out the autumn crocuses
And fills them up a pouring measure
Of death-producing wine, till treasure
Runs waste down their chalices.All, all Persephone's pale cups of mould…

In my Autumn garden I was fain
To mourn among my scattered roses;
Alas for that last rosebud which uncloses
To Autumn's languid sun and rain…

THE month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;…

Падає з неба листя золоте,
Дотик його - неозора краса,
Осінь по-своєму знову цвіте,
Падає зранку холодна роса.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
And night by night the monitory blast
Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass'd…

Пора плодоношенья и дождей!
Ты вместе с солнцем огибаешь мызу,
Советуясь, во сколько штук гроздей
Одеть лозу, обвившую карнизы;…

October, brown October, with his slow
And melancholy step, has left the hills
And comes upon the plains. The wild winds blow
Through the thick leaves, with cold and gusty thrills,…

Осінь замкнена в кімнаті,
Проникає крізь вікна
Запашною тишею,
Радісним, самовпевненим легким жовтогарячим листям...

То время года видишь ты во мне,
Когда один-другой багряный лист
От холода трепещет в вышине -
На хорах, где умолк веселый свист.Во мне ты видишь тот вечерний час,…

Ни луны, – ни солнца, – ни друга, – ни просто знакомца, –
Ни звёзд, – ни планет, – да и неба нет
Над головой, – прямо хоть взвой
Волком! – Не поймёшь толком, –…

'Tis past! we breathe! assuaged at length
The flames that drank our vital strength!
Smote with intolerable heat
No more our throbbing temples beat.…