Английская поэзия

ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылкиАнтологии
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Gaspar Becerra

By his evening fire the artist
  Pondered o'er his secret shame;
Baffled, weary, and disheartened,
  Still he mused, and dreamed of fame. 

'T was an image of the Virgin
  That had tasked his utmost skill;
But, alas! his fair ideal
  Vanished and escaped him still. 

From a distant Eastern island
  Had the precious wood been brought
Day and night the anxious master
  At his toil untiring wrought; 

Till, discouraged and desponding,
  Sat he now in shadows deep,
And the day's humiliation
  Found oblivion in sleep. 

Then a voice cried, "Rise, O master!
  From the burning brand of oak
Shape the thought that stirs within thee!"
  And the startled artist woke,-- 

Woke, and from the smoking embers
  Seized and quenched the glowing wood;
And therefrom he carved an image,
  And he saw that it was good. 

O thou sculptor, painter, poet!
  Take this lesson to thy heart:
That is best which lieth nearest;
  Shape from that thy work of art.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's other poems:
  1. To the River Rhone
  2. To the River Yvette
  3. King Olaf’s War-Horns
  4. The Crew of the Long Serpent
  5. Oliver Basselin

Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1201

Последние стихотворения

To English version


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