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Не пугай нас, милый друг,
Гроба близким новосельем:
Право, нам таким бездельем
Заниматься недосуг.
Пусть остылой жизни чашу
Тянет медленно другой;
Мы ж утратим юность нашу
Вместе с жизнью дорогой;
Каждый у своей гробницы
Мы присядем на порог;
У пафосския царицы
Свежий выпросим венок,
Лишний миг у верной лени,
Круговой нальем сосуд —
И толпою наши тени
К тихой Лете убегут.
Смертный миг наш будет светел;
И подруги шалунов
Соберут их легкий пепел
В урны праздные пиров.
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Кристалл, поэтом обновленный,
Укрась мой мирный уголок,
Залог поэзии священной
И дружбы сладостный залог.
В тебе таится жар целебный
Едва уста красноречивы
Тебя коснулися, и вмиг
Его ума огонь игривый
В тебя таинственно проник.
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Критон, роскошный гражданин
Очаровательных Афин,
Во цвете жизни предавался
Все упоеньям бытия.
Однажды, — слушайте, друзья, —
Он по Керамику скитался,
И вдруг из рощи вековой,
Красою девственной блистая,
В одежде легкой и простой
Явилась нимфа молодая.
Пред банею, между колонн,
Она на миг остановилась
И в дом вошла. Недвижим он
Глядит на дверь, куда как сон,
Его красавица сокрылась.
 
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Кто видел край, где роскошью природы
Оживлены дубравы и луга,
Где весело шумят и блещут воды
И мирные ласкают берега,
Где на холмы под лавровые своды
Не смеют лечь угрюмые снега?
Скажите мне: кто видел край прелестный,
Где я любил, изгнанник неизвестный?
Златой предел! любимый край Эльвины,
К тебе летят желания мои!
Я помню скал прибрежные стремнины,
Я помню вод веселые струи,
И тень, и шум, и красные долины,
Где в тишине простых татар семьи
Среди забот и с дружбою взаимной
Под кровлею живут гостеприимной.
Все живо там, все там очей отрада,
Сады татар, селенья, города;
Отражена волнами скал громада,
В морской дали теряются суда,
Янтарь висит на лозах винограда;
В лугах шумят бродящие стада…
И зрит пловец — могила Митридата
Озарена сиянием заката.
И там, где мирт шумит над падшей урной,
Увижу ль вновь сквозь темные леса
И своды скал, и моря блеск лазурный,
И ясные, как радость, небеса?
Утихнет ли волненье жизни бурной?
Минувших лет воскреснет ли краса?
Приду ли вновь под сладостные тени
Душой уснуть на лоне мирной лени?
 
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Кто знает край, где небо блещет
Неизъяснимой синевой,
Где море теплою волной
Вокруг развалин тихо плещет;
Где вечный лавр и кипарис
На воле гордо разрослись;
Где пел Торквато величавый;
Где и теперь во мгле ночной