The hand of Fate cannot be stayed, The course of Fate cannot be steered, By all the gods that man has made, Nor all the devils he has feared, Not by the prayers that might be prayed In all the temples he has reared
See
In your very midst...
Г Е Н Н А/ Д И Й Л И П К И Н (ЛИ-ДИВ)
СТИХИ, ПОЭМЫ, КАЛАМБУРЫ, ПУБЛИЦИСТИКА
Д Н Е В Н И К “П О И С К С Е Б Я ИЛИ МОНОЛОГИ В УМЕ”
ФИЛОСОФСКИЕ ЗАМЕТКИ И РАЗМЫШЛЕНИЯ (Фрагмент DISELF 2)
ПРИМЕЧАНИЕ К ДНЕВНИКУ: Текст составлен из разроз...
I strayed about the deck, an hour,
Under a cloudy moonless sky; and
In at the windows, watched my friends at table,
Or playing cards, or standing in the doorway,
Descriptive of the miseries of War; from a Poemcalled "The Emigrants," printed in 1793
TO a wild mountain, whose bare summit
Its broken eminence in clouds; whose steeps Are dark with woods: where the receding
Are worn with...
I round the threshold wandering here, Vainly the tempest and the rain invoke, That they may keep my lady prisoner
And yet the wind was howling in the woods, The roving thunder bellowing in the clouds, Before the dawn had risen in the sky
Where's the Poet
show him
show him,
Muses nine
(Written for music to be sung at a parish industrial exhibition)See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
Burst at last from winter snows
I
LK'D along a stream, for pureness rare, Brighter than sun-shine; for it did
The dullest sight with all the glorious
That in the pebble-paved channel lay
The light of day was fading in the west, The smoke no more from village chimneys curled, Nor voice of man, nor bark of dog was heard; When she, obedient to Love's rendezvous, Had reached the middle of a plain, than which No other more bewitching c...
…Да, помню всё, конечно, помню!
Таинство грёз и нежность струй,
И тот последний поздний вечер,
И твой последний поцелуй.
Метель февральская резвилась,
ФРАГМЕНТ РОМАНА «ДАЙТЕ МНЕ ИМЯ»
Я Бог! Не больше и не меньше.
Вы так нелепы предо мной.
По прихоти, мне в ум пришедшей,
Я нарушаю ваш покой!
Not yet the thirtieth year, the
Station where time reverses his light
To rim both ways, and makes of forward back;
Whose long coordinates are birth and