Farewell to London
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell
Thy fools no more I'll tease:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell
Thy fools no more I'll tease:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease
O happier half of days decreed to me,
My early years, so soon you passed away:
Few were the flowers that blossomed on that tree,
And they, scarce budded, fell into decay
Harp of the North, farewell
The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, The deer, half-seen, are to the covert wending
Resume thy wizard elm
the fountain lending,...
`Father, farewell
Be not distressed,
And take my vow, ere I depart,
To found a Convent in my breast,
"We are sending you, dear flowers, Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold graves where you lie; But you go to bring them fadeless life In the bright homes where they dwell, And you softly smile that 't is so,...
For the last time, maybe, upon the knollI stand
The eve is golden, languid, sad
Day like a tragic actor plays his
To the last whispered word and falls gold-clad
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern
Gone, gone, — sold and gone To the rice-swamp dank and lone
Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings Where the noisome insect stings Where the fever demon strews Poison with the...
Farewell to thee
but not
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
Mother, with unbowed head Hear thou across the sea The farewell of the dead, The dead who died for thee
Greet them again with tender words and grave,
For saving thee, themselves they could not save
To keep the house unharmed Their f...
Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir'd,
And past return are all my dandled days;
My love misled, and fancy quite retir'd— Of all which pass'd the sorrow only stays
My lost delights, now clean from sight of land,
We have come far together, but here we must part;the green hills vainly echo my feelings
When will we again take wine cups in handto stroll as we did beneath last night's moon
Every district sings sad songs at your leaving;three reigns n...
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О край, где тень моей славы восстала и покрыла землю своим именем – он покидает меня теперь, но страница его истории, самая мрачная или блестящая, наполнена моими подвигами
Я воевал с целым светом, который победил меня только тогда, когда метеор завоеваний заманил меня слишком далёко; я противился народам, которые боялись меня оставленного, последнего, единственного пленника из миллионов бывших на войне