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Название: Manfred (With Byron's Biography)

Автор: Lord Byron

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Жанр: Языкознание

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      And a magic voice and verse

       Hath baptized thee with a curse;

       And a Spirit of the air

       Hath begirt thee with a snare;

       In the wind there is a voice

       Shall forbid thee to rejoice;

       And to thee shall Night deny

       All the quiet of her sky;

       And the day shall have a sun,230

       Which shall make thee wish it done.

      From thy false tears I did distil

       An essence which hath strength to kill;

       From thy own heart I then did wring

       The black blood in its blackest spring;

       From thy own smile I snatched the snake,

       For there it coiled as in a brake;

       From thy own lip I drew the charm

       Which gave all these their chiefest harm;

       In proving every poison known,240

       I found the strongest was thine own.

      By the cold breast and serpent smile,

       By thy unfathomed gulfs of guile,

       By that most seeming virtuous eye,

       By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;

       By the perfection of thine art

       Which passed for human thine own heart;

       By thy delight in others' pain,

       And by thy brotherhood of Cain,

      And on thy head I pour the vial

       Which doth devote thee to this trial;

       Nor to slumber, nor to die,

       Shall be in thy destiny;

       Though thy death shall still seem near

       To thy wish, but as a fear;

       Lo! the spell now works around thee,

       And the clankless chain hath bound thee;

       O'er thy heart and brain together260

       Hath the word been passed—now wither!

      Enter from below a Chamois Hunter.

      Chamois Hunter. Even so This way the Chamois leapt: her nimble feet Have baffled me; my gains to-day will scarce Repay my break-neck travail.—What is here? Who seems not of my trade, and yet hath reached60 A height which none even of our mountaineers, Save our best hunters, may attain: his garb Is goodly, his mien manly, and his air Proud as a free-born peasant's, at this distance: I will approach him nearer.

      C. Hun. The mists begin to rise from up the valley; I'll warn him to descend, or he may chance To lose at once his way and life together.

      C. Hun. I must approach him cautiously; if near,90 A sudden step will startle him, and he Seems tottering already.