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Название: The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe

Автор: Эдгар Аллан По

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СКАЧАТЬ On her cold smile;

       Too cold—too cold for me—

       There passed, as a shroud,

       A fleecy cloud,

       And I turned away to thee,

       Proud Evening Star,

       In thy glory afar

       And dearer thy beam shall be;

       For joy to my heart

       Is the proud part

       Thou bearest in Heaven at night,

       And more I admire

       Thy distant fire,

       Than that colder, lowly light.

      Imitation

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      A dark unfathomed tide

       Of interminable pride—

       A mystery, and a dream,

       Should my early life seem;

       I say that dream was fraught

       With a wild and waking thought

       Of beings that have been,

       Which my spirit hath not seen,

       Had I let them pass me by,

       With a dreaming eye!

       Let none of earth inherit

       That vision on my spirit;

       Those thoughts I would control,

       As a spell upon his soul:

       For that bright hope at last

       And that light time have past,

       And my wordly rest hath gone

       With a sigh as it passed on:

       I care not though it perish

       With a thought I then did cherish.

      "The Happiest Day"

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       I

      The happiest day—the happiest hour

       My seared and blighted heart hath known,

       The highest hope of pride and power,

       I feel hath flown.

       II

      Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween

       But they have vanished long, alas!

       The visions of my youth have been—

       But let them pass.

       III

      And pride, what have I now with thee?

       Another brow may ev'n inherit

       The venom thou hast poured on me—

       Be still my spirit!

       IV

      The happiest day—the happiest hour

       Mine eyes shall see—have ever seen

       The brightest glance of pride and power

       I feel have been:

       V

      But were that hope of pride and power

       Now offered with the pain

       Ev'n then I felt—that brightest hour I would not live again:

       VI

      For on its wing was dark alloy

       And as it fluttered—fell

       An essence—powerful to destroy

       A soul that knew it well.

      Hymn (Translation from the Greek)

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      Hymn to Aristogeiton and Harmodius

       I

      Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal,

       Like those champions devoted and brave,

       When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,

       And to Athens deliverance gave.

       II

      Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam

       In the joy breathing isles of the blest;

       Where the mighty of old have their home—

       Where Achilles and Diomed rest.

       III

      In fresh myrtle my blade I'll entwine,

       Like Harmodius, the gallant and good,

       When he made at the tutelar shrine

       A libation of Tyranny's blood.

       IV

      Ye deliverers of Athens from shame!

       Ye avengers of Liberty's wrongs!

       Endless ages shall cherish your fame,

       Embalmed in their echoing songs!

      Dreams

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      Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!

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