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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. |
</s> |
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. |
</s> |
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. |
</s> |
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. |
</s> |
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. |
</s> |
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. |
</s> |
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. |
</s> |
Злое дитя, старик молодой, властелин добронравный, |
Гордость внушающий нам, шумный заступник любви! |
</s> |
Не стану я жалеть о розах, |
Увядших с легкою весной; |
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