Стихи и рассказы в категории Fairy tale. Читать онлайн

В снежных дворцах, в зимах наших тревог,
Где твой герой - полумиф/полубог,
Трудно ребенком остаться.
Герда/Дюймовочка/Пеппи/Суок,

(from Hamlet, spoken by Hamlet)
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my…

Oh,
Twilight!
Spirit that dost render
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth

O ME!
O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill'd with the
foolish;

The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords,
The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter -- God saves all that -- especially the words Of love and pity, as His only way to utter.
The harsh pulse pounds and the…

I do.
Victim.
Sales
Met

I've told you many a tale, my child, of the   old heroic
Of Indian wars and massacre, of villages
With savage torch, from Ville Marie to the   Mission of Trois
But never have I told you yet, of Madeleine   Vercheres.

All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters,
Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons,

NG friends is not a pomp, Not, indeed,
Roman: Lacking the monument, Heroic stone; Nor is it an obscuring parasol, The pad of customary gloves and cries And a black leather mourning-carriage Hung between death and the beholder's eyes. This…

AT
HE
TS
ID.)And after all the labour and the pains

A floating, a
Across the sleeping sea,
All night I heard a singing
Upon the topmost tree.'Oh came you off the isles of Greece

As silent as a mirror is
Realities plunge in silence by . . .
I am not ready for repentance;
Nor to match regrets.  For the

"On board the Petrel, in St.
Lucia's bay,
Of yellow fever—aged twenty-nine." "Who did you say, my lady?" drawled the Earl. "The duke—what duke?"
"I did not speak of dukes," Replied the…

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of

Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell of a lot to do with hell and suspicion of the eye and the religious objects and how I mourned them when they were made obscene by my dwarf-heart's…

This infamy,
O my Prince,
is delicious!
Some revile me

Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!
All the house is asleep, but we know very
That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear.

Here down this very way, Here only yesterday
King Faun went leaping. He sang, with careless shout Hurling his name about; He sang, with oaken stock His steps from rock to rock
In safety keeping,
“Here Faun is free

I.
In the nativity of time,
Chloris! it was not thought a crime  In direct Hebrew for to woe.
Now wee make love, as all on fire

Your hands--they are strangely fair!
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches

CE in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,