Стихи и рассказы из категории vii

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Come,
Reason, come
each nerve rebellious bind,
Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul;
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This message hastens lest we both go
Scattered, with no character, to death;
Death is untutored, with an ignorant
For precious identities of breath
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I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven By the gods
Nature then takes me, to adorn Her fields and valleys
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn To embellish the gardens
When I cry the...
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To all the spirits of Love that wander
Along his love-sown harvest-field of
My lady lies apparent; and the
Calls to the deep; and no man sees but I
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Непотрібні здаються змагання людей,коли станеш віч-на-віч із вічністю, з Богом,як душа вирушає в останню дорогу,як у пустку нірвани навіки гряде
На безмовну самотність — мовчазне виття —не знайти ні потіхи, ні ліку ніколи
Вчуся наново жи...
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O had she not been fair and thus unkind,
Then had no finger pointed at my lightness;
The world had never known what I do find,
And clouds obscure had shaded still her brightness
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Sweet poet of the woods—-a long adieu
Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year
Ah
'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew,
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How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th
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IIЗима старенькі стріхи залатала
Сніги рожево міняться в полях
На всі ворота замкнена Полтавакозацьку чату вислала на шлях
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Descend from Heaven,
Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar,
Above the flight of Pegasean wing
The meaning, not the name,
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Dawn talks to Day Over dew-gleaming flowers, Night flies away Till the resting of hours: Fresh are thy feet And with dreams thine eyes glistening, Thy still lips are sweet Though the world is a-listening
O Love, set a word in my mouth for our...
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O Solitude
if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,— Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
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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,
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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...
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Нет
полно пробегать с улыбкою
Перстами легкими цевницу золотую;
Пускай другой поет и радости свои,
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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,
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