A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period
As some fond virgin, whom her mother’s care
Drags from the town to wholesome country air,
Just when she learns to roll a melting eye,
And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh;
From the dear man unwilling she must sever,
Yet takes one kiss before she parts for ever:
Thus from the world fair Zephalinda flew,
Saw others happy, and with sighs withdrew;
Not that their pleasures caused her discontent,
She sigh’d not that they staid, but that she went.
She went to plain-work, and to purling brooks,
Old-fashion’d halls, dull aunts, and croaking rooks:
She went from opera, park, assembly, play,
To morning-walks, and prayers three hours a-day:
To part her time ‘twixt reading and bohea,
To muse, and spill her solitary tea;
Or o’er cold coffee trifle with the spoon,
Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon;
Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire,
Hum half a tune, tell stories to the ‘squire;
Up to her godly garret after seven,
There starve and pray, for that’s the way to heaven.
Some ‘squire, perhaps, you take delight to rack;
Whose game is whist, whose treat, a toast in sack;
Who visits with a gun, presents you birds,
Then gives a smacking buss, and cries–No words!
Or with his hound comes hallooing from the stable,
Makes love with nods, and knees beneath a table;
Whose laughs are hearty, though his jests are coarse,
And loves you best of all things–but his horse.
In some fair evening, on your elbow laid,
You dream of triumphs in the rural shade;
In pensive thought recall the fancied scene,
See coronations rise on every green;
Before you pass the imaginary sights
Of lords, and earls, and dukes, and garter’d knights,
While the spread fan o’ershades your closing eyes;
Then give one flirt, and all the vision flies.
Thus vanish sceptres, coronets, and balls,
And leave you in lone woods, or empty walls!
So when your slave, at some dear idle time,
(Not plagued with headaches, or the want of rhyme)
Stands in the streets, abstracted from the crew,
And while he seems to study, thinks of you;
Just when his fancy paints your sprightly eyes,
Or sees the blush of soft Parthenia rise,
Gay pats my shoulder, and you vanish quite,
Streets, chairs, and coxcombs rush upon my sight;
Vex’d to be still in town, I knit my brow,
Look sour, and hum a tune, as you do now.
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Poems in English
- Альфред де Мюссе – Намуна
- Альфред де Мюссе – Майская ночь
- Альфред де Мюссе – Люси
- Альфред де Мюссе – Как лепестки весеннего цветка
- Альфред де Мюссе – Ива (Как придется мне покинуть свет)
- Альфред де Мюссе – Друзья мои! Когда умру я
- Альфред де Мюссе – Да, женщины, тут нет ошибки
- Альфред де Мюссе – Что так усиленно сердце больное
- Алексей Жемчужников – Знакомая картина
- Алексей Жемчужников – Зимнее чувство
- Алексей Жемчужников – Земля
- Алексей Жемчужников – Заметки о некоторой публицистике
- Алексей Жемчужников – Заколдованный месяц
- Алексей Жемчужников – Забудь их шумное волненье
- Алексей Жемчужников – За днями ненастными с темными тучами
- Алексей Жемчужников – Я музыкальным чувством обладаю
- Алексей Жемчужников – Всем хлеба
- Алексей Жемчужников – Возрождение
- Алексей Жемчужников – Воспоминание в деревне о Петербурге
- Алексей Жемчужников – Весна
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Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) was a a post-Restoration English poet and satirist. He is a poet of the (British) Augustan period and one of its greatest artistic exponents.