Thomas Moore

By that Lake, whose gloomy shore
Sky-lark never warbles o'er,
Where the cliff hangs high and steep,
Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep.…

Старость множество невзгод
Оставляет нам в наследство.
Замедляй её приход,
Распевая песни детства.…

И беду, и печаль мы разделим с тобой как-нибудь.
Мне улыбка твоя освещает безрадостный путь.
Чем темнее судьба, тем любовь наша ярче горит.
Я смелей становлюсь, и душа моя меньше болит.…

HOW sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night,
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
And far away, o’er lawns and lakes,…

LET Erin remember the days of old,
Ere her faithless sons betray’d her;
When Malachi wore the collar of gold,
Which he won from her proud invader,…

SILENT, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,
While, murmuring mournfully, Lir’s lonely daughter
Tell’s to the night-star her tale of woes.…

Monarch Love, resistless boy,
With whom the rosy Queen of Joy,
And nymphs, whose eyes have Heaven's hue,
Disporting tread the mountain-dew;…

While our rosy fillets shed
Freshness o’er each fervid head,
With many a cup and many a smile
The festal moments we beguile.…

Mary, I believed thee true,
And I was blest in thus believing
But now I mourn that e’er I knew
A girl so fair and so deceiving.…

When Time, who steals our years away,
Shall steal our pleasures too,
And memory of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.Then, Chloe, when thy beauty's flower…

Come o’er the sea,
Maiden! With me,
Mine thro’ sunshine, storm, and snows;
Seasons may roll,…

Sculptor, wouldst thou glad my soul,
Grave for me an ample bowl,
Worthy to shine in hall or bower,
When spring-time brings the reveller’s hour.…

I pray thee, by the gods above,
Give me the mighty bowl I love,
And let me sing, in wild delight,
„I will — I will be mad to-night!”…

THEY came from a land beyond the sea,
And now o’er the western main
Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly,
From the sunny land of Spain.…

Возьми эпический размер,
Которым прежде пел Гомер,
Но петь убийство и войну
На заставляй свою струну.…

Я, слава Богу, не король.
Не привлечёт ни эта роль,
Ни безграничные владенья,
Ни драгоценные каменья…

AS vanquish’d Erin wept beside
The Boyne’s ill-fated river,
She saw where Discord, in the tide,
Had dropp’d his loaded quiver.…

As, by his Lemnian forge’s flame,
The husband of the Paphian dame
Moulded the flowing steel, to form
Arrows for Cupid, thrilling warm;…

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,…

Remember the glories of Brien the brave,
Though the days of the hero are o'er,
Though lost to Mononia and cold to the grave,
He returns to Kinkora no more.…

Если умер герой, я хочу, чтобы меч
Ты в могилу ему положил:
До последней минуты в кипении сеч
Он ему беззаветно служил.…

YES, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling,
In shame and in sorrow, thy wither’d-up heart —
If drinking deep, deep, of the same "cup of trembling"
Could make us thy children, our parent thou art.Like thee doth our nation lie conquer’d and broken,…

I've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
And Heaven punishes desires
As much as if the deed were done.If wishing damns us, you and I…

THE time I’ve lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light that lies
In woman’s eyes,…