The Slave’s Dream Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair’ Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land. Wide through the landscape of his dreams The lordly Niger flowed; Beneath the palm-trees on the plain Once more a king he strode; And heard the tinkling caravans Descend the mountain-road. He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand! — A tear burst from … Читать далее →

Стихотворение американского поэта и переводчика Генри Лонгфелло (1807 – 1882) «Псалом Жизни» (Psalm of Life) на английском и русском языках. Psalm of Life What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, … Читать далее →

Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло «Песнь о Гайавате» часть II (главы X — XXII) на английском и русском языках. Параллельный текст. X. Hiawatha’s Wooing «As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows; Useless each without the other!» Thus the youthful Hiawatha Said within himself and pondered, Much perplexed by various feelings, Listless, longing, hoping, fearing, Dreaming still of Minnehaha, Of the lovely Laughing Water, In the land of the Dacotahs. «Wed a maiden of your people,» Warning said the old Nokomis; «Go not … Читать далее →