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День завершает свой ход, –
Тускнеет свет:
Но на небе бледном нигде
Заката нет.…

Друг друговы вотчины – с реками и лесами,
Долинами, взгорьями, взлетными полосами;
Давай будем без туристов, а только сами.
Давай будто растворили нас, погребли

Come, lovely Evening! with thy smile of peace
Visit my humble dwelling; welcomed in,
Not with loud shouts, and the thronged city's din,
But with such sounds as bid all tumult cease…

The sinking sun is taking leave,
And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve,
While huddling clouds of purple dye
Gloomy hang the western sky.…

Those evening bells! Those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
of youth, and home and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.Those joyous hours are past away,…

I'm leaning where you loved to lean in eventides of old,
The sun has sunk an hour ago behind the treeless wold,
In this old oriel that we loved how oft I sit forlorn,
Gazing, gazing, up the vale of green and waving corn.…

IAngels their silvery trumpets blow,
At dawn, to greet the Morning Glow,
And mortals lift adoring eyes
To see the glorious sun arise.…

THE beam-repelling mists arise,
And evening spreads obscurer skies;
The twilight will the night forerun,
And night itself be soon begun.…

Fair Moon, that at the chilly day's decline
Of sharp December through my cottage pane
Dost lovely look, smiling, though in thy wane!
In thought, to scenes, serene and still as thine,…

Когда пастушья дудочка замрёт,
Пускай надежда твой ласкает слух,
Как ручьи его ласкают
И слабеющие ветры.Взгляни, спокойный Вечер, вот зашло…

Remember’st thou that setting sun,
The last I saw with thee,
When loud we heard the evening gun
Peal o’er the twilight sea?…

I.'Through the summer day, through the weary day,
We have glided long;
Ere we speed to the Night through her portals grey,
Hail us with song!-…

Ты помнишь ли, как мы с тобою
Прощались позднею порою?
Вечерний выстрел загремел,
И мы с волнением внимали...…

A sunset's mounded cloud;
A diamond evening-star;
Sad blue hills afar;
Love in his shroud.Scarcely a tear to shed;…

Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend,
Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still,
The lonely battlement, the farthest hill
And wood, I think of those who have no friend;…

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,
May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,
Like thy own solemn springs,
Thy springs and dying gales,O nymph reserv'd, while now the bright-hair'd sun…

День на пороге тьмы,
В небе звезда одна.
Синим - вдали холмы.
Любовь больна.Слез не жди от меня.…

День угасает,
Ночь наступает,
Скованы льдами
Волны реки.Тучи куда-то…

I.Now no more the slanting rays
With the mountain summits dally,
Now no more in crimson blaze
Evening’s fleecy cloudless rally,…

MORNING.
The solemn scenery of night withdrawn,
Faint, trembling, springs the harbinger of day;
The blushing genius of the fragrant dawn,…

The Patriarch mild, who mused at evening-tide,
Saw blessings come: they who with ordered feet
Go forth like him, their blessings too shall meet,—
Beauty, and Grace, and Peace, harmonious side by side;…

THE clouds grow clear, the pine-wood glooms and stills
With brown reflections in the silent bay,
And far beyond the pale blue-misted hills
The rose and purple evening dreams away.…

O God, whose daylight leadeth down
Into the sunless way,
Who with restoring sleep dost crown
The labour of the day!What I have done, Lord, make it clean…

The day begins to droop,--
Its course is done:
But nothing tells the place
Of the setting sun.…