English Poetry. William Morris. Autumn. Уильям Моррис.

William Morris (Уильям Моррис)

Autumn

Laden Autumn here I stand
Worn of heart, and weak of hand:
Nought but rest seems good to me,
Speak the word that sets me free. 

William Morris’s other poems:

1. The Son’s Sorrow
2. The Flowering Orchard
3. All For The Cause
4. Pain And Time Strive Not
5. The Voice Of Toil

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

Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) Autumn (“Alas! with swift and silent pace”)

John Clare (Джон Клэр) Autumn (“The thistledown’s flying, though the winds are all still”)

Anna Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) Autumn (“Farewell the softer hours, Spring’s opening blush”)

Philip Bailey (Филип Бэйли) Autumn (“Tis Autumn–and the winds are high”)

Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж) Autumn (“Now leafy winds are blowing cold”)

William Watson (Уильям Уотсон) Autumn (“Thou burden of all songs the earth hath sung”)

Thomas Nashe (Томас Нэш) Autumn (“Autumn hath all the summer’s fruitful treasure”)

Walter Landor (Уолтер Лэндор) Autumn (“Mild is the parting year, and sweet”)

Alexander Posey (Александр Поузи) Autumn (“IN the dreamy silence”)

Lydia Sigourney (Лидия Сигурни) Autumn (“Tree! why hast thou doffed thy mantle of green”)

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