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Hartley Coleridge (Хартли Кольридж)


November


THE mellow year is hasting to its close:
The little birds have almost sung their last,
Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast -
That shrill-piped harbinger of early snows; -
The patient beauty of the scentless rose,
Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed,
Hangs a pale mourner for the summer past,
And makes a little summer where it grows; -
In the chill sunbeam of the faint brief day
The dusky waters shudder as they shine;
The russet leaves obstruct the straggling way
Of oozy brooks, which no deep banks define,
And the gaunt woods, in ragged, scant array,
Wrap their old limbs with sombre ivy-twine. 



Hartley Coleridge's other poems:
  1. Sonnet
  2. Lines——
  3. To a Deaf and Dumb Little Girl
  4. Written On The Anniversary Of Our Father's Death
  5. Full Well I Know


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

  • John Clare (Джон Клэр) November ("The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon")
  • Robert Binyon (Роберт Биньон) November ("Together we laughed and talked in the warm--lit room")
  • John Payne (Джон Пейн) November ("THE tale of wake is told; the stage is bare")

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