Стихи и рассказы в категории Spring. Читать онлайн

О светлый Гений с влажными кудрями,
Глядящий из промытых окон утра!
Ты взором ангельских очей окинь
Наш остров западный: он ждет Весны!Перекликаются холмы и долы;…

Now the zunny aïr’s a-blowèn
Softly over flowers a-growèn;
An’ the sparklèn light do quiver
On the ivy-bough an’ river;…

MONTH which the warring ancients strangely styled
The month of war,--as if in their fierce ways
Were any month of peace!--in thy rough days
I find no war in Nature, though the wild…

Нас разлучил апрель цветущий, бурный.
Все оживил он веяньем своим.
В ночи звезда тяжелая Сатурна
Смеялась и плясала вместе с ним.Но гомон птиц и запахи и краски…

WHAT masque of what old wind-withered New-Year
Honours this Lady? Flora, wanton-eyed
For birth, and with all flowrets prankt and pied:
Aurora, Zephyrus, with mutual cheer…

Чу, свирель!
Смолкла трель...
Соловей -
Меж ветвей.…

Once more, sweet stream! with slow foot wand'ring near,
I bless thy milky waters cold and clear.
Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours,
With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers…

Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
Birds delight,
Day and night,…

SWEET bringer of new life,
Welcome thou hither!
Though with thee comes the strife
Of changeful weather.…

WHEN Heaven was stormy, Earth was cold,
And sunlight shunned the wold and wave,--
Thought burrowed in the churchyard mould,
And fed on dreams that haunt the grave:--But now that Heaven is freed from strife,…

SWEETEST May, let Love incline thee;
Take a heart which he designs thee;
As thy constant slave regard it;
For its faith and truth reward it.Proof to shot of birth or money,…

Come out o’door, ’tis Spring! ’tis Maÿ
The trees be green, the vields be gaÿ;
The weather’s warm, the winter blast,
Wi’ all his traïn o’ clouds, is past;…

See how the trees and the osiers lithe
Are green bedecked and the woods are blithe,
The meadows have donned their cape of flowers,
The air is soft with the sweet May showers,…

NO days such honored days as these! While yet
Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide
For some fair thing which should forever bide
On earth, her beauteous memory to set…