Silent NoonYour hands lie open in the long fresh grass, - The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.All round our nest, far...

DеsespoirСвои права диктует нам природа:Весной нарцисс приобретает цвет,А летом роза прославляет свет,Фиалке ж льстит осенняя погода.Шафран зимою тянет к небосводу,Но все ж земле к лицу зеленый плед.С дождем весенним встане...

44CARDINAL WOLSEY TO HIS HOUND. 1530 г.Approach, my hound; approach and lick my hand; Thou art not human, and thou wilt not bite; And still thou fawnest on me in despite Of frowning courtiers and a king's command.O houn...

82.STRADIVARIUS TO AN UNFINISHED VIOLIN.1710THE roar and gurgle of the ocean cave Are in thy fibres, and the sob of man, And moans that through a haunted cloister ran, And every murmur that the beech-woods have....

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold about the sky,And I have many miles on foot to fare,Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air, Or of the dead leaves ru...

After dark vapours have oppressed our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle south, and clears awayFrom the sick heavens all unseemly stains.The anxious month, relieving from its pains, Takes as a long lost...

60The Wandering Jew to Distant Rome (1600) I Once more, O Rome – once more, Eternal One, I come to thee, from northmost woods of larch, Across thy plain, whose grasses rot and parch, And see thee standing in the...

61II The dust of countless years weighs down my feet, Worn out with trudging o'er the bones of those Whom I saw born, while states and cities rose, Declined, and vanished, even to their seat. The generations ripen l...

62.III. And on and on, through Scythia's whistling waste, Alone beneath inexorable stars; Or, lonelier still, through India's full bazaars, Pursued by none, yet ever onward chased; Or through the wreck of empires long e...

Sonnet XXGracious MoonlightEven as the moon grows queenlier in mid-space When the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt car Thrills with intenser radiance from afar, -So lambent, lady, beams thy sovereign graceWhen the drear so...