Mousie Squeaks told Mousie Snooks:
“You know, I’m very fond of books.
Of course, I cannot read a line.
But eating books is jolly fine!”
Говорила мышка мышке:
— До чего люблю я книжки!
Не могу я их прочесть,
Но зато могу их съесть.
«I'm thinking about morning of Your glory, / About morning of your days, / When suddenly You as demon had awoken / From dream, as god to every men. I'm thinking about brows on Your face, / Met together, as the torches of Your eyes, / And the lava of Your blood of ages, / That along Your ...»
«Why, revelry's voice, are you still? / Ring out, songs of Bacchus, our patron! / Long life to you, maiden and matron, / Ye fair ones who gave of your love with a will! / Drink, friend, drink with gusto and relish! / As I do in mine, / In your glass of wi...»
«Snow, frost and sunshine — lovely morning! / Yet you, dear love, its magic scorning, / Are still abed... Awake, my sweet ! / Cast sleep away, I beg, and, rising, / Yourself a northern star, the blazing / Aurora, northern beauty, meet Last night a snowstorm raged, remember; / A turbid ...»
«Farewell, free element, o Sea! / For one last time I watch your tide / Roll azure waves in front of me / And shine in beauty full of pride. Like farewell mutter of a friend / Deserted for a colder clime, / The sad, inviting call you send / Resounds to me for one last time. Beloved regi...»