"enchr11" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tennyson Alfred Lord)His fingers into the wet earth, and pray'd.
`Too hard to bear! why did they take me hence? O God Almighty, blessed Saviour, Thou That didst uphold me on my lonely isle, Uphold me, Father, in my loneliness A little longer! aid me, give me strength Not to tell her, never to let her know. Help me no to break in upon her peace. My children too! must I not speak to these? They know me not. I should betray myself. Never: not father's kiss for me--the girl So like her mother, and the boy, my son.' There speech and thought and nature fail'd a little, And he lay tranced; but when he rose and paced Back toward his solitary home again, All down the long and narrow street he went Beating it in upon his weary brain, As tho' it were the burthen of a song, `Not to tell her, never to let her know.' He was not all unhappy. His resolve Upbore him, and firm faith, and evermore Prayer from a living source within the will, Like fountains of sweet water in the sea, Kept him a living soul. `This miller's wife' He said to Miriam `that you told me of, Has she no fear that her first husband lives?' `Ay ay, poor soul' said Miriam, `fear enow! If you could tell her you had seen him dead, Why, that would be her comfort;' and he thought `After the Lord has call'd me she shall know, I wait His time' and Enoch set himself, Scorning an alms, to work whereby to live. Almost to all things could he turn his hand. Cooper he was and carpenter, and wrought To make the boatmen fishing-nets, or help'd At lading and unlading the tall barks, That brought the stinted commerce of those days; Thus earn'd a scanty living for himself: Yet since he did but labor for himself, Work without hope, there was not life in it Whereby the man could live; and as the year Roll'd itself round again to meet the day When Enoch had return'd, a languor came Upon him, gentle sickness, gradually Weakening the man, till he could do no more, But kept the house, his chair, and last his bed. |
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