English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. Echoes. Льюис Кэрролл.

Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл)

Echoes

Lady Clara Vere de Vere
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.

She took her little porringer:
Of me she shall not win renown:
For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag her
down.

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid?
There stands the Inspector at thy door:
Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four."

"Kind words are more than coronets,"
She said, and wondering looked at me:
"It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea." 

Lewis Carroll’s other poems:

1. Выборы в Совет Оксфордского университета • The Elections to the Hebdomadal Council
2. Пилигримлянин • The Wandering Burgess
3. Он прав, миляга! • What Tottles Meant
4. Покинутые парки • The Deserted Parks
5. Охота на Снарка. Трали-Врали в Восьми Финтах. Финт Шестой. Сон Балабола • The Hunting of the Snark. Fit the Sixth. The Barrister’s Dream

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

George Russell (Джордж Расселл) Echoes (“THE MIGHT that shaped itself through storm and stress”)

Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Echoes (“Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope”)

1634

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