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 […]