xix - Popular Poems and stories from category

Restore thy tresses to the golden ore,
Yield Citherea's son those arcs of love,
Bequeath the heav'ns the stars that I adore,
And to th'Orient do thy pearls remove

Can it be growing colder when I beginto touch myself again, adhesions pull away
When slowly the naked face turns from staring backwardand looks into the present,the eye of winter, city, anger, poverty, and deathand the lips part and say:

Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begotA constant habit; that when I would notI change in vows, and in devotion
As humorous is my
As my profane love, and as soon forgot:

When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,—The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace
The pasture gleams and glooms'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,

У майора Витязя на душе неплохо,
защищают воины наши интересы

Ах, жена законная, не реви, дуреха,

Друг друга любили они с бескорыстием оба;
Казалось — любви бы хватило с избытком до гроба
Он был Славянин — и носил кучерскую поддевку,
А ей сарафан заменял и корсет, и шнуровку

Отколе, исполин спокойный,
Отколь, блестящий новый век,
Отколь, сын вечности достойный,
В короне звездной к нам притек