Стихи и рассказы в категории London. Читать онлайн

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every Man,…

The sun from the west glares back,
And the sun from the watered track,
And the sun from the sheets of glass,
And the sun from each window-brass;…

A good sword and a trusty hand,
A merry heart and true,
King James's men shall understand
What Cornish lads can do.…

Остави землю, Тривия, Богиня,
Остави, перейди на небо ныне,
Остави и возрадуй наши очи:
Стань Цинтией, правительницей Ночи!1…

LONDON, thou art of townes A per se.
Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight,
Of high renoun, riches and royaltie;
Of lordis, barons, and many a goodly knyght;…

Нет зрелища пленительней! И в ком
Не дрогнет дух бесчувственно-упрямый
При виде величавой панорамы,
Где утро - будто в ризы - все кругомОдело в Красоту. И каждый дом,…

Do you remember the taste?

Of Walking the Streets by Night.O TRIVIA, Goddess, leave these low abodes,
And traverse o’er the wide ethereal roads,
Celestial Queen, put on thy robes of light,
Now Cynthia nam’d, fair regent of the Night.…

Of Walking the Streets by Day.Thus far the Muse has trac’d in useful lays,
The proper implements for wintry ways;
Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes,
To read the various warnings of the skies.…

Вот, на лондонской Вуд-стрит с лучами восхода
Громко дрозд распевает – уж целых три года.
Сьюзен мимо проходит - и слышит, бедняжка:
Тихим утром вовсю разливается пташка.Трель волшебна, а Сьюзен томится в печали:…

I HOPE I ’m fond of much that ’s good,
As well as much that ’s gay;
I ’d like the country if I could,
I like the Park in May:…

O WORLD, what have your poets while they live
But sorrow and the finger of the scorner?
And, dead, the highest honor you can give
Is burial in a corner.Not so, my poets of the popular school…

FIRST, at the dawn of lingering day,
It rises of an ashy gray;
Then deepening with a sordid stain
Of yellow, like a lion’s mane.…

Quo te Moeri pedes? An, quo via ducit, in Urbem?– Virg.1Как по столице зимней прогуляться,
Как ночью на несчастье не нарваться,
А днём не замараться, – как в столице
От бурных толп разумно уклониться,…

По вольным улицам брожу,
У вольной издавна реки.
На всех я лицах нахожу
Печать бессилья и тоски.Мужская брань, и женский стон,…

MORTALITY, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Think how many royal bones
Sleep within this heap of stones:…

THE east wind blows in the street today;
The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey.
'Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire,
Of cold despair and of hot desire,…

ST. JAMES’S STREET, of classic fame!
The finest people throng it!—
St. James’s Street? I know the name!
I think I ’ve passed along it!…

LIFE in its many shapes was there,
The busy and the gay;
Faces that seemed too young and fair
To ever know decay.Wealth, with its waste, its pomp and pride,…

It is not here I best enjoy
The pleasure, that can never cloy,
Of idly roaming London town,
Where such familiar names look down…

BLACK in the midnight lies the City vast.
Its dim horizon from my window high
I see shut in beneath a misty sky
Red with the light a million lamp-fires cast…

О Муза, назидательные строки
До сей поры влагала ты в уроки,
Где обучала, как зимой в дороге
Не обморозить лица, руки, ноги,…

Quo te Moeri pedes? An, quo via ducit, in Urbem? – Virg.Of the Implements for Walking the Streets,
and Signs of the Weather.Through winter streets to steer your course aright,
How to walk clean by day, and safe by night,
How jostling crowds, with prudence to decline,…