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Robert Browning
(1812-1889)

Браунинг родился в лондоне, в семьв бнковского служащего, получил домашнее образование. Известност поэту принесли драматическая поэм Pippa Passes (1841) и сборник стихов Dramatic Lyrics (1842). Он долго жил в Италии, где создал ряд выдающихя произведений: драматическую поэму The Ring and the Book (1868), две серии Dramatic Idylls и др.
У Броунинга есть ряд стихов на современные темы , написанных с демократичеких позиций (The Lost Leader) . Но чаще он обращается к эпохам средневековья и Возрождения. Его излюбленная форма - драматияеский монолог, где пересказывается какой-то исторический эпизод и действуют разнообразные персонажи . Он выступает против мракобесия, религиозного фанатизма, нетерпимости, отстаивает равноправие женщины, воспевает свободу мысли. Его поюзия отличается гуманизмом, психологической и филосодкой глубиной. Язык поэта часто нарочно усложнен.

The Lost Mistress

All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About your cottage eves!

And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
I noticed that, to-day;
One day more bursts then open fully
- You know the red turns grey.

To-morrow we met the same then, dearest?
May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends ar we, - well, friends merest
Keep much than I resign:

For each glnce of the eye so bright and black,
Thoug I keep with heart's endeavour,-
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
Though it stay in my soul for ever!-

Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so verry litle more longer!
(из сборника Dramatic Romances and Lyrics (1845) )


Love in a Life

Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,
Next time, herself ! - Not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossmed a new,-
You looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather,

Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune-
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest, who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see, - with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

Life in a Love

Escape me?
Never -
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you ,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at las, I fear -
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scare succeed -
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again, -
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the ol hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape me -
Ever
Removed!
(сборник Men and Women (1855) )

to be continued...
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