Стихи и рассказы в категории December. Читать онлайн

Spiked sun. The Hudson’s
Whittled down by ice.
I hear the bone dice
Of blown gravel clicking. Bone-

«Mustafa used to built the road
Mustafa used to walk along it But Jigan has stabbed him Kolka Svist has buried him.» (From one old russian prison song) .................................... People say that We will die On the…

THE lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
The brook its frozen architecture makes,…

Угрюмый Декабрь, приветствую снова,
Приветствую снова – в тоске и печали.
Ты нынче о Нэнси напомнил сурово:
Простились мы с ней и не встретимся дале.…

Tho' now no more the musing ear
Delights to listen to the breeze
That lingers o'er the green wood shade,
I love thee Winter! well.Sweet are the harmonies of Spring,…

Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
Ance mair I hail thee wi’ sorrow and care;
Sad was the parting thou makes me remember,
Parting wi’ Nancy, oh! ne’er to meet mair.…

"Why, on this drear December morn,
Dost thou, lone Misselthrush, rehearse thy chanting?
The corals have been rifled from the thorn,
The pastures lie undenizened and lorn,…

I.This is the sweetness of an April day;
The softness of the spring is on the face
Of the old year. She has no natural grace,
But something comes to her from far awayOut of the Past, and on her old decay…

DECEMBER MORNING.I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light,
Winter's pale dawn;—and as warm fires illume,
And cheerful tapers shine around the room,
Thro' misty windows bend my musing sight…

Цветет боярышник опять,
И вновь пора сиять весне;
Но весен юных не видать,
Любимая, тебе и мне!…

The bloom is on the May once more,
The chestnut buds have burst anew;
But, darling, all our springs are o'er,
'Tis winter still for me and you.…