James Kenneth Stephen (Джеймс Кеннет Стивен)
Wordsworth
TWO voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep: And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep: And, Wordsworth, both are thine: at certain times Forth from the heart of thy melodious rhymes, The form and pressure of high thoughts will burst: At other times--good Lord! I'd rather be Quite unacquainted with the A,B,C, Than write such hopeless rubbish as thy worst.
James Kenneth Stephen’s other poems:
- The Last Ride Together (after Browning)
- After the Golden Wedding (Three Soliloquies)
- Steam-Launches on the Thames
- My Education
- The Philosopher and the Philanthropist
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
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