Английская поэзия


ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылкиАнтологии
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

Charles George Douglas Roberts (Чарльз Джордж Дуглас Робертс)


The Sower


A brown sad-coloured hillside, where the soil,
Fresh from the frequent harrow, deep and fine,
Lies bare; no break in the remote sky-line,
Save where a flock of pigeons streams aloft,
Startled from feed in some low-lying croft,
Or far-off spires with yellow of sunset shine;
And here the Sower, unwittingly divine,
Exerts the silent forethought of his toil.

Alone he treads the glebe, his measured stride
Dumb in the yielding soil; and tho' small joy
Dwell in his heavy face, as spreads the blind
Pale grain from his dispensing palm aside,
This plodding churl grows great in his employ;—
Godlike, he makes provision for mankind.



Charles George Douglas Roberts's other poems:
  1. The Potato Harvest
  2. Afoot
  3. The Autumn Thistles
  4. At the Gates of Spring
  5. Twilight on Sixth Avenue at Ninth Street


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • William Cowper (Уильям Купер) The Sower ("Ye sons of earth prepare the plough")
  • Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд) The Sower ("The winds had hushed at last as by command")

    Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать (To print)

    Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1496


    Последние стихотворения


    To English version


  • Рейтинг@Mail.ru

    Английская поэзия