Clear-etched lines of mountains;
The pale-untrustworthy sea…
My excited vision un-curtained,
Drowns in the shoreless leas.
In my hidden hopes created
The natural world is ideal,
And all is ashes that is real:
The water, the steppe, the cliffs.
Чёткие линии гор;
Бледно-неверное море...
Гаснет восторженный взор,
Тонет в бессильном просторе.
Создал я в тайных мечтах
Мир идеальной природы, —
Что перед ним этот прах:
Степи, и скалы, и воды!
«A schoolboy came from school one day / And hid his record-book away. “Where is your record-book?” asked Mum, / So out again it had to come. A I Very Poor caught Mother’s eye; She shook her head and heaved a sigh. On hearing of his son’s disgrace / His Dad went scarlet in the fac...»
«Thumpety, / Jumpety, / Bumpety / Ball, / Rollicky, / Frolicky, / Where do you roll? Jolly / And round. / Yellow / And blue, / No one can run / Faster than you. Slappety- / Slap / Against / The wall, / You bounced so nicely. / My pretty ball. Up / ...»
«I'm a bold and gallant rider / With a bold and gallant steed. / On with saddle. / On with bridle, / One-two-three, and off we speed. I never eat / Till my horse is fed. / It goes to sleep / Then I go to bed. By day I lead my horse about. / By night I mount and gallop out. ...»
«What do we plant / When we plant a new wood? / Boats / In which waves / Can be safely withstood. / Masts with strong rigging / To hold up the sails, / Sturdy and steady, / To weather all gales. What do we plant / When we plant / New trees? / Broad wings to glide on / ...»