"Шарлотта, Эмилия и Энн Бронте. Стихи" - читать интересную книгу автора

Прилягу на кровать.
Глаза устали плакать,
А сердце - тосковать.

Жизнь очень одинока,
Проходят мимо дни.
Прошу тебя, любимый -
К бедняжке загляни.

О, знал бы ты, как жду я
Тебя день ото дня;
Не отнимай, желанный
Надежду у меня !


SELF-CONGRATULATIONS

Ellen, you were thoughtless once
Of beauty or of grace,
Simple and homely in attire,
Careless of form and face;
Then whence this change ? and wherefore now
So often smooth your hair ?
And wherefore deck your youthful form
With such unwearied care ?

Tell us - and cease to fire our ears
With that familiar strain -
Why will you play those simple tunes
So often, o'er again ?
'Indeed, dear friends, I can by say
That childhood's thoughts are gone;
Each year its own new feelings brings,
And years move swiftly on:

'And for these little simple airs -
I love to play them o'er
So much - I dare not promise, now,
To play them never more !
I answered - and it was enough;
They turned them to depart;
They could not read my secret thoughts,
Nor see my trobbing heart.

I'w noticed many a youtful form,
Upon whose changeful face
The inmost workings of the soul
The gaser well might trace;
The speaking eye, the changing lip,
The ready blushing cheek,