English Poetry. Robert Southey. Mary. Роберт Саути.

Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) Mary A Ballad I. Who is she, the poor Maniac, whose wildly-fix’d eyes Seem a heart overcharged to express? She weeps not, yet often and deeply she sighs, She never complains, but her silence implies The composure of settled distress. […]

English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Holly-Tree. Роберт Саути.

Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Holly-Tree O reader! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly-tree? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an Intelligence so wise As might confound the Atheist’s sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen, Wrinkled […]

English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Widow. Роберт Саути.

Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Widow Cold was the night wind, drifting fast the snows fell, Wide were the downs and shelterless and naked, When a poor Wanderer struggled on her journey Weary and way-sore. Drear were the downs, more dreary her reflexions; Cold was the night […]