Afanasy Fet
- What a night! How pure the air..., by Brian Reed
Atanasije Fet (hrvatski)
- Kakva noć! Kako zrak je čist..., Rafaela Božić Šejić
«When the yellowing cornfield is waving, / And the fresh forest murmurs to the wailing of the wind, / And the crimson berry hides itself in the garden / Under the sweet shade of the green leaflet; When, sprinkled with fragrant dew / In the purple evening or the golden hour of morning, / Fr...»
«Sleep, my pretty child, / Rock-a-bye, / The bright moon silently looks / Into thy cradle. / I shall tell fairy-tales, / I shall sing a song / And fall asleep, thou, having closed thine eyes, / Rock-a-bye. Over the stories ripples the ...»
«Thro' the midnight heavens an angel flew, / And a soft low song sang he, / And the moon and the stars and the rolling clouds / Heard that holy melody. He sang of the bliss of sinless souls / 'Neath the tents of Eden-bowers; / Of God — the Great One — he sang; and unfeigned / ...»
«Glitters a white, a lonely sail, / Where stoops the grey mist o'er the sea. / What does his distant search avail? / At home, unfound, what leaveth he? Whistles the wind ; the waves at play / Sport round the bending, creaking mast; / Ah! not for Fortune does he stray, / Nor yet from Fort...»