Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ты спросишь, что птицы тебе говорят?
«Люблю!» — дрозд и голубь кричат и летят
Туда, коноплянка уж где с воробьем
Поют ту же песню на ветке вдвоем.…

Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave?
I said, you had no soul, 'tis true!
For what you are, you cannot have:
'Tis I, that have one since I first had you!…

Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me,
Death

'Tis sweet to him, who all the week
Through city-crowds must push his way,
To stroll alone through fields and woods,
And hallow thus the Sabbath-day.And sweet it is, in summer bower,…

If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,…

День отошедший не оставил в небе
Ни облака, ни узкой полосы
Угрюмого огня, ни смутных красок.
Взойдем сюда, на этот старый мост.…

The sole true Something--This !
In Limbo
It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men--For skimming in the wake it mock'd the
Of the old Boat-God for his Farthing Fare;

Scene -- A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining.
Katharine.
What are the words ?
Eliza.

The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--…

'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane!
(So call him, for so mingling blame with praise,
And smiles with anxious looks, his earliest friends,
Masking his birth-name, wont to character…

Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon,
With the old Moon in her arms ;
And I fear,
I fear,

Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath,
Love is a sword that cuts its sheath,
And thro' the clefts, itself has made,
We spy the flashes of the Blade !

Tranquillity! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame!
Thou ne'er wilt leave my riper age
To low intrigue, or factious rage;…

Since all, that beat about in Nature's range,
Or veer or vanish; why should'st thou
The only constant in a world of change,
O yearning

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Through weeds and thorns, and matted underwood
I force my way; now climb, and now descend
O'er rocks, or bare or mossy, with wild foot
Crushing the purple whorts; while oft unseen,…

If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom
Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we
As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom,
Whose sound and motion not alone declare

Восторги, страсти и мечты,
Все, что волнует нашу кровь, -
Питает ясный, чистый свет
Твоих лампад, Любовь.Мне часто снится наяву…

Friend of the Wise! and Teacher of the Good!
Into my heart have I received that
More than historic, that prophetic
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)Of the foundations and the building

Возвесть в Ксанаду Кубла Хан
Дворец волшебный повелел.
Где Альф священный протекал,
Вниз, к морю, чрез пещеры храм,…

A SoliloquyUnchanged within, to see all changed without,
Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt.
Yet why at others' Wanings should'st thou fret?
Then only might'st thou feel a just regret,…

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
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Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course? So long he seems to pause
On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC,
The Arve and Arveiron at thy base…

...
Finally, what is Reason?
You have often asked me; and this is myanswer:--
Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee