Английская поэзия


ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылкиАнтологии
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)


From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 46


Behold, the young, the rosy Spring,
Gives to the breeze her scented wing;
While virgin Graces, warm with May,
Fling roses o’er her dewy way.
The murmuring billows of the deep
Have languish’d into silent sleep;
And mark! the flitting sea-birds lave
Their plumes in the reflecting wave;
While cranes from hoary winter fly
To flutter in a kinder sky.
Now the genial star of day
Dissolves the murky clouds away;
And cultured field, and winding stream,
Are freshly glittering in his beam.
            Now the earth prolific swells,
With leafy buds and flowery bells;
Gemming shoots the olive twine,
Clusters ripe festoon the vine;
All along the branches creeping,
Through the velvet foliage peeping,
Little infant fruits we see,
Nursing into luxury.



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 16
  2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 75
  3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27
  4. From “Irish Melodies”. 114. I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee
  5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 17


Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1311


Последние стихотворения


To English version


Рейтинг@Mail.ru

Английская поэзия. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru