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«То, что люблю, придет воздушным гостем…» 100 английских стихотворений (1837–1918) для начального чтения = 100 English Poems (1837–1918) - стр. 17

['lɔɪtə] – медлить, мешкать; отставать; плестись; cress – кресс-салат; watercress ['wɔ:təkres] – кресс водяной, жеруха обыкновенная);

And out again I curve and flow (и наружу я вновь изгибаюсь и теку; curve – кривая /линия/; дуга; to curve – гнуться; изгибаться)

To join the brimming river (чтобы соединиться с полноводной рекой),

For men may come and men may go (ибо люди могут приходить и люди могут уходить/исчезать),

But I go on for ever (но я иду вперед/продолжаю всегда/вечно).

I come from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,

Or slip between the ridges,

By twenty thorpes, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip’s farm I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,

In little sharps and trebles,

I bubble into eddying bays,

I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret

By many a field and fallow,

And many a fairy foreland set

With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,

With here a blossom sailing,

And here and there a lusty trout,

And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake

Upon me, as I travel

With many a silvery waterbreak

Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow

To join the brimming river

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,

I slide by hazel covers;

I move the sweet forget-me-nots

That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,

Among my skimming swallows;

I make the netted sunbeam dance

Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars

In brambly wildernesses;

I linger by my shingly bars;

I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

«Dark house,[5] by which once more I stand…»

Dark house, by which once more I stand (темный дом, у которого я вновь стою; once more – еще раз, вновь)

Here in the long unlovely street (здесь на = на этой длинной, некрасивой/унылой улице; unlovely [ʌn'lʌvlɪ] – непривлекательный, неприятный, противный),

Doors, where my heart was used to beat (двери, где = перед которыми мое сердце обычно билось; used to – имело обыкновение /делать что-либо/)

So quickly (столь быстро = учащенно), waiting for a hand (в ожидании руки),

A hand that can be clasp’d no more (руки, которую больше нельзя пожать: «рука, которая не может быть более сжата»;

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