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Вчера был день разлуки шумной,
Вчера был Вакха буйный пир, При кликах юности безумной, При громе чаш, при звуке лир. Так! Музы вас благословили, Венками свыше осеня, Когда вы, други, отличили Почетной чашею меня. Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 11:09 Богами вам еще даны
Златые дни, златые ночи, И томных дев устремлены На вас внимательные очи. Играйте, пойте, о друзья! Утратьте вечер скоротечный; И вашей радости беспечной Сквозь слезы улыбнуся я. Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 11:07 Над Киевом апрельский, журавлиный
Играет ветер клейкою листвой. Эх, Борька, Борька! Друг ты мой старинный, Ну вот и вновь мы встретились с тобой. Под сводами завода "Арсенала", Куда стихи читать я приглашен, Ты спрятался куда-то в гущу зала, Мол, я не я и, дескать, он не он... Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 11:01 Half of my life is gone, and I have left
The years slipped from me and not fulfilled The aspiration of my youth, to build Some tower of song with lofty parapet. Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 01:06 The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, mid snow and ice, A banner with a strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 01:05 As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music - hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird By sleight of wing To better it perch for the night, Though it still could sing. Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 01:03 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I couldn't travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent to the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn then really about the same, Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 01:02 We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise And then if we are true to plan Our statures touch the skies - The Heroism we recite Would be a normal thing Did not ourselves the Cubits warp For fear to be a King - Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 01:00 I died for Beauty - but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth was lain In an adjoining Room - Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 00:59 Farewell! If ever fondest prayer
For other’s weal avail’d on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. ’T were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh: Oh! More than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt’s expiring eye, Are in that word – Farewell! – farewell! Автор: filin585
17-09-2009, 00:47 |
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