Mists In Autumn
Now, by the cool, declining year condescend,
Descend the copious exhalations, check'd,
As up the middle sky unseen they stole,
And roll the doubling fogs around the hill
Now, by the cool, declining year condescend,
Descend the copious exhalations, check'd,
As up the middle sky unseen they stole,
And roll the doubling fogs around the hill
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
Любовь - подобие контракту,
Две подписи и срок «с такого по такой»
Любовь - подобие инфаркту,
Не выбрать путь другой, иной
Now overhead,
Where the rivulet loiters and stops,
The bittersweet hangs from the
Of the alders and
Green ripples singing down the corn, With blossoms dumb the path I tread, And in the music of the morn One with wild roses on her head
Now the green ripples turn to gold And all the paths are loud with rain, I with desire am growing old And f...
I sought among the drifting leaves,
The golden leaves that once were green,
To see if Love were hiding there And peeping out between
For thro' the silver showers of May And thro' the summer's heavy heat,
I have allowed my family to scatter,
All those who were my dearest to depart,
And once again an age-long
Comes in to fill all nature and my heart
Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky,
And unperceived, unfolds the spreading day;
Before the ripen'd field the reapers stand,
In fair array
Jade frost bites the maple treesand Wu Mountain and Wu Gorge breathe out dark fearas river waves rise up to the skyand dark wind-clouds touch ground by a frontier fortress
The chrysanthemums have twice bloomed tears of other days,
When I...
Thou sombre lady of down-bended head,
And weary lashes drooping to the cheek,
With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted,
And listless hands more tired with strife than meek ;
The western sun withdrawn the shorten'd day,
And humid evening, gliding o'er the
In her chill progress, to the ground
The vapours throws
Farewell gay Summer
now the changing
That Autumn brings commands thee to retreat;
It fades the roses which thy temples bind,