Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс)

Andromeda

Now Time’s Andromeda on this rock rude,
With not her either beauty’s equal or
Her injury’s, looks off by both horns of shore,
Her flower, her piece of being, doomed dragon’s food.
Time past she has been attempted and pursued
By many blows and banes; but now hears roar
A wilder beast from West than all were, more
Rife in her wrongs, more lawless, and more lewd.

Her Perseus linger and leave her tó her extremes?—
Pillowy air he treads a time and hangs
His thoughts on her, forsaken that she seems,
All while her patience, morselled into pangs,
Mounts; then to alight disarming, no one dreams,
With Gorgon’s gear and barebill, thongs and fangs. 

1. Ribblesdale
2. Harry Ploughman
3. The Loss of the Eurydice
4. Strike, Churl
5. On the Portrait of Two Beautiful Young People

Thomas Aldrich (Томас Олдрич) Andromeda ("The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase")

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