English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. November. Уильям Каллен Брайант.

William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант)

November

Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! 
One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, 
Ere, o’er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran, 
Or snows are sifted o’er the meadows bare. 
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees, 
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast, 
And the blue Gentian flower, that, in the breeze, 
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. 
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee 
Shall murmur by the hedge that skim the way, 
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea, 
And man delight to linger in thy ray. 
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear 
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.

William Cullen Bryant’s other poems:

1. Hymn of the Waldenses
2. I Cannot Forget with What Fervid Devotion
3. To a Musquito
4. The Disinterred Warrior
5. The Two Graves

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

John Clare (Джон Клэр) November (“The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon”)

Hartley Coleridge (Хартли Кольридж) November (“THE mellow year is hasting to its close”)

Robert Binyon (Роберт Биньон) November (“Together we laughed and talked in the warm–lit room”)

William Cartwright (Вильям Картрайт) November (“Thou Sun that shed’st the Dayes, looke downe and see”)

John Payne (Джон Пейн) November (“THE tale of wake is told; the stage is bare”)

Frederick Tuckerman (Фредерик Такерман) November (“Oh! who is there of us that has not felt”)

Duncan Scott (Дункан Скотт) November (“Above the lifeless pools the mist films swim”)

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