Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли)

Wine Of The Fairies

I am drunk with the honey wine
Of the moon-unfolded eglantine,
Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.
The bats, the dormice, and the moles
Sleep in the walls or under the sward
Of the desolate castle yard;
And when ’tis spilt on the summer earth
Or its fumes arise among the dew,
Their jocund dreams are full of mirth,
They gibber their joy in sleep; for few
Of the fairies bear those bowls so new! 

1. From the Arabic, an Imitation
2. The Solitary
3. I Would Not Be A King
4. Matilda Gathering Flowers
5. Республиканцам Северной Америки • To The Republicans Of North America

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