The Complete Poetical Works. Томас Харди
Чтение книги онлайн.

Читать онлайн книгу The Complete Poetical Works - Томас Харди страница 55

Название: The Complete Poetical Works

Автор: Томас Харди

Издательство: Bookwire

Жанр: Языкознание

Серия:

isbn: 9788027241361

isbn:

СКАЧАТЬ Isn’t equal to that. You ain’t ruined,” said she.

      Westbourne Park Villas, 1866.

      The Respectable Burgher

       on “The Higher Criticism”

       Table of Contents

      Since Reverend Doctors now declare

       That clerks and people must prepare

       To doubt if Adam ever were;

       To hold the flood a local scare;

       To argue, though the stolid stare,

       That everything had happened ere

       The prophets to its happening sware;

       That David was no giant-slayer,

       Nor one to call a God-obeyer

       In certain details we could spare,

       But rather was a debonair

       Shrewd bandit, skilled as banjo-player:

       That Solomon sang the fleshly Fair,

       And gave the Church no thought whate’er;

       That Esther with her royal wear,

       And Mordecai, the son of Jair,

       And Joshua’s triumphs, Job’s despair,

       And Balaam’s ass’s bitter blare;

       Nebuchadnezzar’s furnace-flare,

       And Daniel and the den affair,

       And other stories rich and rare,

       Were writ to make old doctrine wear

       Something of a romantic air:

       That the Nain widow’s only heir,

       And Lazarus with cadaverous glare

       (As done in oils by Piombo’s care)

       Did not return from Sheol’s lair:

       That Jael set a fiendish snare,

       That Pontius Pilate acted square,

       That never a sword cut Malchus’ ear

       And (but for shame I must forbear)

       That — — did not reappear! . . .

       —Since thus they hint, nor turn a hair,

       All churchgoing will I forswear,

       And sit on Sundays in my chair,

       And read that moderate man Voltaire.

      Architectural Masks

       Table of Contents

      I

      There is a house with ivied walls,

       And mullioned windows worn and old,

       And the long dwellers in those halls

       Have souls that know but sordid calls,

       And daily dote on gold.

      II

      In blazing brick and plated show

       Not far away a “villa” gleams,

       And here a family few may know,

       With book and pencil, viol and bow,

       Lead inner lives of dreams.

      III

      The philosophic passers say,

       “See that old mansion mossed and fair,

       Poetic souls therein are they:

       And O that gaudy box! Away,

       You vulgar people there.”

      The Tenant-For-Life

       Table of Contents

      The sun said, watching my watering-pot

       “Some morn you’ll pass away;

       These flowers and plants I parch up hot—

       Who’ll water them that day?

      “Those banks and beds whose shape your eye

       Has planned in line so true,

       New hands will change, unreasoning why

       Such shape seemed best to you.

      “Within your house will strangers sit,

       And wonder how first it came;

       They’ll talk of their schemes for improving it,

       And will not mention your name.

      “They’ll care not how, or when, or at what

       You sighed, laughed, suffered here,

       Though you feel more in an hour of the spot

       Than they will feel in a year

      “As I look on at you here, now,

       Shall I look on at these;

       But as to our old times, avow

       No knowledge—hold my peace! . . .

      “O friend, it matters not, I say;

       Bethink ye, I have shined

       On nobler ones than you, and they

       Are dead men out of mind!”

      The King’s Experiment

       Table of Contents

      It was a wet wan hour in spring,

       And Nature met King Doom beside a lane,

       СКАЧАТЬ