Цитаты из книг — Алджернон Чарлз Суинберн

Перевод Р.Облонской Надежды и тревоги Прошли, как облака, Благодарим вас, боги, Что жить нам не века. Что ночь за днем настанет, Что мертвый не восстанет, Дойдет и в море канет Усталая река.

And thither, ere sweet night had slain sweet day, Iseult and Tristram took their wandering way, And rested, and refreshed their hearts with cheer In hunters' fashion of the woods; and here More sweet it seemed, while this might be, to dwell And take of all world's weariness farewell Than reign of all world's lordship…

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Thoughts that change us, joys that crown and sorrows that enthrone us, Passions that enrobe us with a clearer air than ours, Move and breathe as living things beheld round white Colonus, Audibler than melodies and visibler than flowers.

Yea, no God may stand betwixt us and the shadows of our deeds, Nor the light of dreams that lighten darkness, nor the prayer that pleads, But the wisdom equal-souled with heaven, the light alone that leads.

This were more to me than an angel's wings. Yea, many men pray God for many things, But I pray that this only thing may be." And as a full field charging was the sea, And as the cry of slain men was the wind. "Yea, since I surely loved him, and he sinned Surely, though not as my sin his be black, God, give him to me—God,…

Устав от вечных упований, Устав от радостных пиров, Не зная страхов и желаний, Благословляем мы богов, За то, что сердце в человеке Не вечно будет трепетать, За то, что все вольются реки Когда-нибудь в морскую гладь.

As the east wind, when the morning's breast Gleams like a bird's that leaves the nest, A fledgeling halcyon's bound on quest, Drives wave on wave on wave to west Till all the sea be life and light, So time's mute breath, that brings to bloom All flowers that strew the dead spring's tomb, Drives day on day on day to doom…

Our Shakespeare now, as a man dumb-stricken, Stands silent there on the shelf: And my thoughts, that had song in the heart of them, sicken, And relish not Shakespeare’s self. And my mood grows moodier than Hamlet’s even, And man delights not me, But only the face that morn and even My heart leapt only to see. That my…

I broke the gold of the words, to melt it For hands but seven years old, And they caught the tale as a bird, and felt it More bright than visible gold. And he drank down deep, with his eyes broad beaming, Here in this room where I am, The golden vintage of Shakespeare, gleaming In the silver vessels of Lamb.

Dickens CHIEF in thy generation born of men Whom English praise acclaimed as English-born, With eyes that matched the worldwide eyes of morn For gleam of tears or laughter, tenderest then When thoughts of children warmed their light, or when Reverence of age with love and labour worn, Or godlike pity fired with godlike…

On the Deaths of Thomas Carlyle and George Eliot TWO SOULS diverse out of our human sight Pass, followed one with love and each with wonder: The stormy sophist with his mouth of thunder, Clothed with loud words and mantled in the might Of darkness and magnificence of night; And one whose eye could smite the night in…

Hope and Fear BENEATH the shadow of dawn’s aerial cope, With eyes enkindled as the sun’s own sphere, Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer Looks Godward, past the shades where blind men grope Round the dark door that prayers nor dreams can ope, And makes for joy the very darkness dear That gives her wide wings…

So came their hour on them that were in life Tristram and Iseult: so from love and strife The stroke of love's own hand felt last and best Gave them deliverance to perpetual rest. So, crownless of the wreaths that life had wound, They slept, with flower of tenderer comfort crowned; From bondage and the fear of time set…

And in their skies would sunlike Love confuse Clear April colours with hot August hues, And in their hearts one light of sun and moon Reigned, and the morning died not of the noon: Such might of life was in them, and so high Their heart of love rose higher than fate could fly.

But once, when winds about the world made mirth, And March held revel hard on April's birth Till air and sea were jubilant as earth, Delight and doubt in sense and soul began,

'Iseult"—and all the cloudlike world grew flame, And all his heart flashed lightning at her name; "Iseult"—and all the wan waste weary skies Shone as his queen's own love-enkindled eyes.

So with no sense abashed nor sunless look, But with exalted eyes and heart, he took His part of sun or storm-wind, and was glad, For all things lost, of these good things he had. And the spring loved him surely, being from birth One made out of the better part of earth, A man born as at sunrise; one that saw Not without…

Three years had looked on earth and passed it by Since Tristram looked on Iseult, when he stood So communing with dreams of evil and good, And let all sad thoughts through his spirit sweep As leaves through air or tears through eyes that weep Or snowflakes through dark weather: and his soul, That had seen all those…

As the dawn loves the sunlight that must cease Ere dawn again may rise and pass in peace; Must die that she being dead may live again, To be by his new rising nearly slain. So rolls the great wheel of the great world round, And no change in it and no fault is found, And no true life of perdurable breath, And surely no…