Sonnet VII From Fatal Interview
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and
At the tide's edge,
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and
At the tide's edge,
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work
" And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of li...
Нет
полно пробегать с улыбкою
Перстами легкими цевницу золотую;
Пускай другой поет и радости свои,
Harley, the nation's great support,
Returning home one day from court,
His mind with public cares possest,
All Europe's business in his breast,
AT'S this
" I pondered
"Have I slept
Or can I have been drinking
CT
King Dushyant with Matali in the chariot of Indra (king of gods in heaven and also god of thunder), supposed to be above the clouds
King Dushyant:
I am sensible,
At the round earth's imagined corners
Your trumpets, angels, and arise,
From death, you numberless
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,
The face of all the world is changed,
I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they
What kind of beast would turn its life into words
What atonement is this all about
--and yet, writing words like these,
I’m also living