Item: Selected Poems
Rating: 5
Author: innashpitzberg

21 января 2012

Если вы любите "Грозовой перевал", почитайте стихи Эмили Бронте. Они тоже очень хороши.

The Lady to her guitar
For him who struck thy foreign string, I ween this heart has ceased to care; Then why dost thou such feelings bring To my sad spirit--old Guitar?
It is as if the warm sunlight In some deep glen should lingering stay, When clouds of storm, or shades of night, Have wrapt the parent orb away.
It is as if the glassy brook Should image still its willows fair, Though years ago the woodman's stroke Laid low in dust their Dryad-hair.
Even so, Guitar, thy magic tone Hath moved the tear and waked the sigh: Hath bid the ancient torrent moan, Although its very source is dry.

HOPE
Hope was but a timing friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tent, Even as selfish-hearted men.
Are was cruel in her fear; Trought the bars, one dreary day, I looked out to see her there, And she turned her face away !
Like a false guard, fals watch keeping, Still, in strife, she whispered peace; She would sing while I was weeping, If I listened, she woould cease.
False she was, and unrelenting; When my last joys strewed the ground, Even Sorrow saw, repenting, Those sad relics scattered round;
Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again !

НАДЕЖДА
Мне надежда - не подруга: Равнодушна и слаба, Ждет, бледнея от испуга, Что решит моя судьба.
Вероломная трусиха: Нужно было мне помочь - Позвала ее я тихо, А она сбежала прочь !
Не спасает от угрозы, В спорах вьется, как змея; Рада, если лью я слезы, Плачет, если рада я.
Ей чужда любая жалость: На пределе, на краю, - "Пожалей меня хоть малость !" - Тщетно я ее молю.
Нет, надежда не стремится Боль унять в моей груди; Улетает ввысь, как птица - И назад ее не жди !

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