Английская поэзия


ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылки
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

John Payne (Джон Пейн)


December


[Ed. Note: A "vaunt-courier" is one sent in advance 
to prepare the way for another. --Nelson]

THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rime
And in the air a stillness as of death
Th'approach of some portentousness foresaith.
December comes, the tyrant of the time,
Vaunt-courier of the cold hybernal* clime.  [northern]
Mute is the world for misery; no breath
Nor stir of sound there is, that welcometh
The coming of the Winter's woeful prime.
"Alack! Was ever such a thing as Spring?"
We say, hand-holding to the hearths of Yule.
"Did ever roses blow* or throstles sing?"   [bloom]
And in our ears the wild blast shrilleth, "Fool,
That, in this world of ruin and decay,
Thy heart's hopes buildest on the Summer day!" 



John Payne's other poems:
  1. The Foredawn Hour
  2. July
  3. August
  4. September
  5. October


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

  • Christopher Cranch (Кристофер Крэнч) December ("NO more the scarlet maples flash and burn")

    Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать стихотворение (Poem to print)

    Количество обращений к стихотворению: 702



    Последние стихотворения

    Поддержать сайт

    To English version


  • Рейтинг@Mail.ru

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