По Эдгар Аллан
«Лирика»

Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!

In joy and wo - in good and ill

Mother of God, be with me still!

When the Hours flew brightly by,

And not a cloud obscured the sky,

My soul, lest it should truant be,

Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;

Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast

Darkly my Present and my Past,

Let my Future radiant shine

With sweet hopes of thee and thine!

(1833-1849)

20. ГИМН

Зарей, - днем, - в вечера глухие,

Мой гимн ты слышала, Мария!

В добре и зле, в беде и счастье,

Целенье мне - твое участье!

Когда часы огнем светали,

И облака не тмили далей,

Чтоб не блуждать как пилигрим,

Я шел к тебе, я шел к твоим.

Вот бури Рока рушат явно

Мое "теперь", мое "недавно",

Но "завтра", веруют мечты,

Разгонят мрак - твои и ты!

(1924)

Перевод В. Брюсова

21. THE COLISEUM

Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary

Of lofty contemplation left to Time

By buried centuries of pomp and power!

At length - at length - after so many days

Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst,

(Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie),

I kneel, an altered and an humble man,

Amid thy shadows, and so drink within

My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory!

Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!

Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!

I feel ye now - I feel ye in your strength

О spells more sure than e'er Judaean king

Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane!

О charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee

Ever drew down from out the quiet stars!

Here, where a hero fell, a column falls!

Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,

A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat!

Here, where