СОМНЕНИЯ...
Я слишком стар, чтобы терять сомнения,
Которые, как гвоздь, ковыряют душу мне.
Без них та жизнь теряет истину значения,
Когда сомнения друг, а не только враг тебе...
Они, как тайна исповеди, внутри согреют,
Я слишком стар, чтобы терять сомнения,
Которые, как гвоздь, ковыряют душу мне.
Без них та жизнь теряет истину значения,
Когда сомнения друг, а не только враг тебе...
Они, как тайна исповеди, внутри согреют,
Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below Attracts thee thus and makes thee stream and flow, And wind and curl, and wink and smile, Shifting thy gate and guile; Though thy close commerce nought at all imbars My present search, for eagles eye not star...
The North Star whispers: "You are one Of those whose course no chance can change
You blunder, but are not undone,
Your spirit-task is fixed and strange
"When here you walk, a bloodless shade,
HY did the star leave the sky, The far, pure sky
Shone she not high and hallowed and fair
Could she not tarry her life-time there
Why must she fall and fade
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains,
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed
Star that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free
If any star shed peace, 'tis thou, That send'st it from above, Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love
Come to the luxuriant skies Whilst the ...
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky
When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even One who is singing by your gate
His song is softer than the dew And he is come to visit you
O bend no more in revery When he at eventid...
NE star only for Love's heaven;
One rose only for Love's breast;
One love only to be given
Star that gathers all stars'
Star, that gives a gracious dole, What am I to choose
Oh, will it be a shriven soul, Or little buckled shoes
Shall I wish a wedding-ring, Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering- A newly spaded mound
LE old star
Pour even
It was a sad per cent
Does on sun day
Whisper,
O wings of the wind
Sing me your song,
O sea