The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло
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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       And when the eve is born,

      In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,

      Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,

       And twinkles many a star.

       Inverted in the tide

      Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,

      And the fair trees look over, side by side,

       And see themselves below.

       Sweet April! many a thought

      Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;

      Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,

       Life's golden fruit is shed.

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      With what a glory comes and goes the year!

      The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers

      Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy

      Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out;

      And when the silver habit of the clouds

      Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with

      A sober gladness the old year takes up

      His bright inheritance of golden fruits,

      A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene.

       There is a beautiful spirit breathing now

      Its mellow richness on the clustered trees,

      And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,

      Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,

      And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.

      Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird,

      Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales

      The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,

      Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life

      Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned,

      And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved,

      Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down

      By the wayside a-weary. Through the trees

      The golden robin moves. The purple finch,

      That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds,

      A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle,

      And pecks by the witch-hazel, whilst aloud

      From cottage roofs the warbling blue-bird sings,

      And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke,

      Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail.

       O what a glory doth this world put on

      For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth

      Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks

      On duties well performed, and days well spent!

      For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves,

      Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.

      He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death

      Has lifted up for all, that he shall go

      To his long resting-place without a tear.

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      When winter winds are piercing chill,

       And through the hawthorn blows the gale,

      With solemn feet I tread the hill,

       That overbrows the lonely vale.

      O'er the bare upland, and away

       Through the long reach of desert woods,

      The embracing sunbeams chastely play,

       And gladden these deep solitudes.

      Where, twisted round the barren oak,

       The summer vine in beauty clung,

      And summer winds the stillness broke,

       The crystal icicle is hung.

      Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs

       Pour out the river's gradual tide,

      Shrilly the skater's iron rings,

       And voices fill the woodland side.

      Alas! how changed from the fair scene,

       When birds sang out their mellow lay,

      And winds were soft, and woods were green,

       And the song ceased not with the day!

      But still wild music is abroad,

       Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;

      And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,

       Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.

      Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear

       Has grown familiar with your song;

      I hear it in the opening year,

       I listen, and it cheers me long.

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