stella - Popular Poems and stories from category

When lately Stella's form
The beauties of the gay brocade,
The nymphs, who found their power decline,
Proclaim'd her not so fair as fine

As, when a lofty pile is raised,
We never hear the workmen praised,
Who bring the lime, or place the stones;
But all admire Inigo Jones:

Дымно тает берег плоский
Весел Кормчий у руля
Еле видимой полоской
Обозначилась земля