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Вези, вези, не жалей,
Со мной ехать веселей.
Мне изюм
Нейдет на ум,
Цуккерброд
Не лезет в рот,
Пастила нехороша
Без тебя, моя душа.
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Везувий зев открыл — дым хлынул клубом — пламя
Широко развилось, как боевое знамя.
Земля волнуется — с шатнувшихся колонн
Кумиры падают! Народ, гонимый страхом,
Под каменным дождем, под воспаленным прахом,
Толпами, стар и млад, бежит из града вон.
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Венец желаниям! Итак, я вижу вас,
О други смелых муз, о дивный Арзамас!
Где славил наш Тиртей кисель и Александра,
Где смерть Захарову пророчила Кассандра…
в беспечном колпаке,
С гремушкой, лаврами и с розгами в руке.
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Вертоград моей сестры,
Вертоград уединенный;
Чистый ключ у ней с горы
Не бежит запечатленный.
У меня плоды блестят
Наливные, золотые;
У меня бегут, шумят
Воды чистые, живые.
Нард, алой и киннамон
Благовонием богаты:
Лишь повеет аквилон,
И закаплют ароматы.
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Я люблю вечерний пир,
Где веселье председатель,
А свобода, мой кумир,
За столом законодатель,
Где до утра слово пей!
Заглушает крики песен,
Где просторен круг гостей,
А кружок бутылок тесен.
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Весна, весна, пора любви,
Как тяжко мне твое явленье,
Какое томное волненье
В моей душе, в моей крови…
Как чуждо сердцу наслажденье…
Все, что ликует и блестит,
Наводит скуку и томленье.
Отдайте мне метель и вьюгу
И зимний долгий мрак ночей.
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Ветер, ветер! Ты могуч,
Ты гоняешь стаи туч,
Ты волнуешь сине море,
Всюду веешь на просторе.
Не боишься никого,
Кроме бога одного.
Аль откажешь мне в ответе?
Не видал ли где на свете
Ты царевны молодой?
Я жених ее».— «Постой,—
Отвечает ветер буйный,—
Там за речкой тихоструйной
Есть высокая гора,
В ней глубокая нора;
В той норе, во тьме печальной,
Гроб качается хрустальный
На цепях между столбов.
Не видать ничьих следов
Вкруг того пустого места,
В том гробу твоя невеста.
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Злое дитя, старик молодой, властелин добронравный,
Гордость внушающий нам, шумный заступник любви!
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Не стану я жалеть о розах,
Увядших с легкою весной;