قصائد أجنبية

Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead Hang stars like seeds of light In vain, though not since they were sown was bred

SAID the Lion to the Lioness – ‘When you are amber dust, – No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun (No liking but all lust) –

هي قصيدة للشاعرة إديث فرانكلين وايت، تصف الشاعرة كيف تعيش الراوية حياتها، تتحدث بالتفصيل عن شعورها بالوحدة في عالمها، وكيف أنها لا ترى أي تغيير محتمل في مستقبلها.   ملخص قصيدة Sympathy   هي قصيدة تتكون من سبعة وثلاثين سطراً لا تتبع نظام قافية معين من البداية إلى النهاية، يمتد تكرار القافية إلى مجموعة متنوعة […]

Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions Eaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain i Almost as if an intangible Nemesis or hatred Were marking scores against me,

,For him who struck thy foreign string ;I ween this heart has ceased to care Then why dost thou such feelings bring ?To my sad spirit—old Guitar

,Shall earth no more inspire thee  ?Thou lonely dreamer now  Since passion may not fire thee  ?Shall Nature cease to bow 

,Tell me, tell me, smiling child ?What the past is like to thee ‘An Autumn evening soft and mild ’.With a wind that sighs mournfully

No coward soul is mine  No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere  I see Heaven’s glories shine  And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear 

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought of gloom A smile of joy since I was born

;Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away ;Lengthen night and shorten day

,Come, walk with me There’s only thee –To bless my spirit now  We used to love on winter nights

;Laugh, and the world laughs with you ;Weep, and you weep alone ,For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth .But has trouble enough of its own

,Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song ;Or a flame, or a two-edged sword ,Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume

They say the world is round, and yet ,I often think it square So many little hurts we get .From corners here and there

,The sale began—young girls were there       ,Defenseless in their wretchedness Whose stifled sobs of deep despair       .Revealed their anguish and distress

?They asked me 'A you sitting down 'Right? This is Universal Lotteries ,they said. 'You've won the top prize .the Ultra-super Global Special

كتبت الشاعرة إليزابيث باريت براوننج هذه القصيدة كتذكير للقراء بأنّ هناك عالمًا كاملاً بعيدًا عن عالم المرء لا يتأثر بالمشاكل اليومية الكئيبة للحياة البشرية.   ملخص قصيدة Patience Taught By Nature   نُشرت هذه القصيدة في عام 1845 في مجموعة قصائد براوننج، دراما المنفى وقصائد أخرى، هذه القصيدة مكتوبة في مقطع واحد يتكون من أربعة […]

,I MIND me in the days departed How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run .To a garden long deserted

?What’s the best thing in the world   ;June-rose, by May-dew impearled  ;Sweet south-wind, that means no rain 

,Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east .And one of them shot in the west by the sea Dead ! both my boys ! When you sit at the feast

, Now like the Lady of Shalott ,I dwell within an empty room  And through the day and through the night  .I sit before an ancient loom

I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook .fast in a corner of his mouth

At my wits’ end ,And all resources gone, I lay here ,All of my body tense to the touch of fear ,And my mind

This to be peace, they think beside the river Being adapted well to expectation And their wives’ mutiny at no achievement And yet can sit watching the promises

When I was happy alone, too young for love Or to be loved in any but a way Cloudless and gentle, I would find the day .Long as I wished its length or web to weave

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night    —,Sailed off in a wooden shoe Sailed on a river of crystal light

?Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree !Tis a marvel of great renown‘ It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop sea ;In the garden of Shut-Eye Town

هي قصيدة للشاعرة إرنت مول، في هذه القصيدة يأخذنا الشاعر في رحلة مزارع، حيث يكتشف بعض الحملان التي تهاجمها الثعالب في الحقول، ويوثق انتقامه.

:The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day ,The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play ,And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same

!Some Rainbow – coming from the Fair –Some Vision of the World Cashmere !I confidently see Or else a Peacock’s purple Train