Thomas Edward Brown

High stretched upon the swinging yard,
I gather in the sheet;
But it is hard
And stiff, and one cries haste.…

Я думал, наблюдая труд рыбацкий,
О жизни нашей – внутренней и внешней,
И я подумал: нет её, дурацкой,
Грубее, ненадёжней и кромешней.И раковину обласкал я взглядом,…

To-night I saw three maidens on the beach,
Dark-robed descending to the sea,
So slow, so silent of all speech,
And visible to me…

I WONDER if in that fair isle,
Some child is growing now, like me
When I was child: care-pricked, yet healed the while
With balm of rock and sea.I wonder if the purple ring…

I THOUGHT of life, the outer and the inner,
As I was walking by the sea:
How vague, unshapen this, and that, though thinner,
Yet hard and clear in its rigidity.…

I know ’tis but a loom of land,
Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice,
I know I cannot hear His voice
Upon the shore, nor see Him stand;…

Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying,
Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playing
Let me not think!
O floods, upon whose brink…

BOCCACCIO, for you laughed all laughs that are—
The Cynic scoff, the chuckle of the churl,
The laugh that ripples over reefs of pearl,
The broad, the sly, the hugely jocular;…

When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth—
It matters not
If south or north,
Bleak waste or sunny plot.…

Твой грубый смех – не лучшего разлива,
И с пошлостью глумливой тесно дружен,
Где только рифы, полные жемчужин,
Одни тебе внимают небрезгливо;А мог бы ты, как птица, петь счастливо,…

Каркнул Ворон: – Карр – карр – карр!
Здесь – подвох, а там – удар!
– Да уж! – Галка согласилась.Каркнул Ворон: – Карр – карр – карр!
Нескончаемый кошмар!…

THREE kings from out the Orient
For Judah's land were fairly bent,
To find the Lord of grace;
And as they journeyed pleasantlie,…

WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast,
And yields the golden keys,
Then is it as if God caress'd
Twin babes upon His knees--…

“Croak — croak — croak!
Life’s a pig-in-a-poke.”
“Indeed!” says the little Jackdaw.“Croak — croak — croak!
And a cruel joke!”…

I bended unto me a bough of May,
That I might see and smell:
It bore it in a sort of way,
It bore it very well.…

Три короля, волхвы и чудодеи,
С Востока шли в пределы Иудеи,
Шли через горы, шли через пустыни,
У Господа взыскуя благостыни,…

TO live within a cave--it is most good;
But, if God make a day,
And some one come, and say,
'Lo! I have gather'd faggots in the wood!'…