Poor naked wretches...
King Leer
Outside, behind the window pane,
The angry tempest rages wild,
The clouds rush with gushing rain,
The merciless wind is wailing, riled!
A frightening night! On such a night,
I sympathize with all the homeless,
And pity pushes me outside –
Into the damp embrace of coldness!..
To fight against the gloom and rain,
Partaking in this ruthless trial...
Outside, behind the window pane,
The pining wind is raging wild!
Вы, бедные, нагие несчастливцы.
Лир
О, как безумно за окном
Ревёт, бушует буря злая,
Несутся тучи, льют дождем,
И ветер воет, замирая!
Ужасна ночь! В такую ночь
Мне жаль людей, лишённых крова,
И сожаленье гонит прочь —
В объятья холода сырого!..
Бороться с мраком и дождем,
Страдальцев участь разделяя...
О, как безумно за окном
Бушует ветер, изнывая!
«A year will come, the year of Russia, last, / When the monarchs' crown will be cast; / Mob will forget its former love and faith, / And food of many will be blood and death; / When the cast off law will not guard / A guiltless woman and a feeble child; / When the plague on bodies, sick ...»
«An angel was crossing the pale vault of night, / And his song was as soft as his flight, / And the moon and the stars and the clouds in a throng / Stood enthralled by this holy song. He sang of the bliss of the innocent shades / In the depths of celestial glades; / He sang of the Sovereig...»
«In garden rang out music’s sound, / Untellable its grieving motion. / The fresh astringent waft of ocean / On icy plate of oysters found. He said to me: “I’m lasting friend!” / And gingerly his hand touched skirt’s edge. / It’s not the same as hugging forage — / These hand...»
«1 The lot by the graves was a dusty hot land; / The river behind — blue and cool. / You told me, "Well, go to a convent, / Or go marry a fool..." / Princes always say that, being placid or fierce, / But I cherish this speech, short and poor — / Let it flow and shine through a th...»