|
Главная • Биографии • Стихи по темам • Случайное стихотворение • Переводчики • Ссылки • Антологии Рейтинг поэтов • Рейтинг стихотворений |
|
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Donaghadee Song I’ve never gone to Donaghadee, That vague far townlet by the sea; In Donaghadee I shall never be: Then why do I sing of Donaghadee, That I know not in a faint degree? . . . – Well, once a woman wrote to me With a tender pen from Donaghadee. ‘Susan’, I’ve sung, ‘Pride of Kildare’, Because I’d heard of a Susan there, The ‘Irish Washerwoman’s’ capers I’ve shared for hours to midnight tapers, And ‘Kitty O’Linch’ has made me spin Till dust rose high, and day broke in: That other ‘Kitty, of Coleraine’, Too, set me aching in heart and brain: While ‘Kathleen Mavourneen’, of course, would ring When that girl learnt to make me sing. Then there was ‘Irish Molly O’ I tuned as ‘the fairest one I know’, And ‘Nancy Dawson’, if I remember, Rhymed sweet in moonlight one September. But the damsel who once wrote so free And tender-toned from Donaghadee, Is a woman who has no name for me – Moving sylph-like, mysteriously, (For doubtless, of that sort is she) In the pathways of her destiny; But that is where I never shall be; – And yet I sing of Donaghadee! Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1439 |
||
Английская поэзия. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru |