When Spring Goes By
The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering
Where the first robin on the sheltered
Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by
The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering
Where the first robin on the sheltered
Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger
Where many paths and errands meet
O Krishna, darling of Gokula, awakeI have brought you milk, curd and sugar-candy come and partake of these delicacies: your pals are at the door, calling you to play; the sun has risen and it's time to go to the woods
Hearing her words Krishn...
Sam Small had retired from the Army,
In the old Duke of Wellington's time,
So when present unpleasantness started,
He were what you might call… past his prime
Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her
Who goes amid the merry green wood To make it merrier
Who passes in the sunlight By ways that know the light footfall
Who passes in the sweet sunlight With mien so virginal
In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home
' And there comes no answer in arch or dome, For none in the city of graves goes home
Yet these shall perish and understand, For God has pity on this great l...
When Flo resolved to go to town from brothers three a yell went up,
Predicting ruin and distress
Bill in his horror dropped a cup
“Gorstruth
When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even One who is singing by your gate
His song is softer than the dew And he is come to visit you
O bend no more in revery When he at eventid...
HO will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
Перевяжи эти дни тесемкой, вскрой, когда сделаешься стара: Калашник
кормит блинами с семгой и пьет с тобой до шести утра; играет в мачо,
горланит блюзы – Москва пустынна, луна полна (я всех их, собственно, и
люблю за то, что все как один шпана: пусть образованна первоклассно и