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Название: The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe

Автор: Эдгар Аллан По

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СКАЧАТЬ So pat, agreeable and vastly proper

       As this for a neat, frisky counter-hopper;

       Here he may revel to his heart's content,

       Flounce like a fish in his own element,

       Toss back his fine curls from their forehead fair,

       And hop o'er counters with a Vester's air,

       Complete at night what he began A.M.,

       And having cheated ladies, dance with them;

       For, at a ball, what fair one can escape

       The pretty little hand that sold her tape,

       Or who so cold, so callous to refuse

       The youth who cut the ribbon for her shoes!

       One of these fish, par excellence the beau —

       God help me! — it has been my lot to know,

       At least by sight, for I'm a timid man,

       And always keep from laughing, if I can;

       But speak to him, he'll make you such grimace,

       Lord! to be grave exceeds the power of face.

       The hearts of all the ladies are with him,

       Their bright eyes on his Tom and Jerry brim

       And dove-tailed coat, obtained at cost; while then

       Those eyes won't turn on anything like men.

       His very voice is musical delight,

       His form, once seen, becomes a part of sight;

       In short, his shirt collar, his look, his tone is

       The "beau ideal" fancied for Adonis.

       Philosophers have often held dispute

       As to the seat of thought in man and brute;

       For that the power of thought attends the latter

       My friend, the beau, hath made a settled matter,

       And spite of all dogmas, current in all ages,

       One settled fact is better than ten sages.

       For he does think, though I am oft in doubt

       If I can tell exactly what about.

       Ah, yes! his little foot and ankle trim,

       'Tis there the seat of reason lies in him,

       A wise philosopher would shake his head,

       He then, of course, must shake his foot instead.

       At me, in vengeance, shall that foot be shaken —

       Another proof of thought, I'm not mistaken —

       Because to his cat's eyes I hold a glass,

       And let him see himself, a proper ass!

       I think he'll take this likeness to himself,

       But if he won't, he shall, a stupid elf,

       And, lest the guessing throw the fool in fits,

       I close the portrait with the name of PITTS.

      Poetry

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      Last night, with many cares and toils oppress'd

       Weary, I laid me on a couch to rest —

      Serenade

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      So sweet the hour, so calm the time,

       I feel it more than half a crime,

       When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,

       To mar the silence ev'n with lute.

       At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes

       An image of Elysium lies:

       Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,

       Form in the deep another seven:

       Endymion nodding from above

       Sees in the sea a second love.

       Within the valleys dim and brown,

       And on the spectral mountain's crown,

       The wearied light is dying down,

       And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky

       Are redolent of sleep, as I

       Am redolent of thee and thine

       Enthralling love, my Adeline.

       But list, O list,- so soft and low

       Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,

       That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem

       My words the music of a dream.

       Thus, while no single sound too rude

       Upon thy slumber shall intrude,

       Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!

       In every deed shall mingle, love.

      Spiritual Song

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      Hark, echo! - Hark, echo!

       'Tis the sound

       Of archangels, in happiness wrapt.

      Stanzas

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      How often we forget all time, when lone

       Admiring Nature's universal throne;

       Her woods—her wilds—her mountains—the intense

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