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Charlotte Brontë
Poems by Charlotte Brontë
авторский сборник, первое издание, самиздат
Язык издания: английский
Составитель: Владимир Щербаков
Екатеринбург: Ridero, 2026 г.
Выход по плану: осень 2026 - зима 2027
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Тип обложки:
мягкая
Страниц: 412
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Описание:
Сборник стихов Шарлотты Бронте.
Содержание:
- Владимир Щербаков. От составителя (статья)
- Poems by Charlotte Brontё
- Charlotte Brontё. Sunrise (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Sunset (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Churchyard (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё, Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lines by One who was Tired of Dullness upon the Same Occasion (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё, Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lines Spoken by a Lawyer on the Occasion of the Transfer (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё, Patrick Branwell Brontё. On the Great Bay of the Glass Town (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё, Patrick Branwell Brontё. Addressed to the tower of all nations (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“In this fairy land of light...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Harvest in Spain (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Merry England, land of glory...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Found in the Inn belonging to You (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё, Patrick Branwell Brontё. On Seeing a Beautiful Statue and a Rich Golden Vase Full of Wine, lying beside it in the Desert of Sahara (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё, Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Song of the Ancient Britons on Leaving the Genii Land (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё, Patrick Branwell Brontё. On Seeing the Garden of a Genius (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Poetry (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё, Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Glass Town (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё, Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“High minded Frenchmen love not the ghost...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“What is more glorious in nature or art...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Lo our mighty chieftains come...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Now sweetly shines the golden sun...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“I think of thee when the moonbeams play...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Long my anxious ear hath listened...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Proudly the sun has sunk to rest...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O spirits of the sky were there...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Written Upon the Occasion of the Dinner Given to the Literati of the Glass Town (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. A Wretch in Prison by Murry (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Home-Sickness (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Matin (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Hearken O Mortal to the wail...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Serenade (“Awake! Awake! fair sleeper, Awake and view the night...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The pearl within the shell concealed...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Lines on seeing the portrait of – [Marian Hume], painted by De Liste (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Violet (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Evening Walk (a Poem by the Marquis of Douro in Pindaric metre) (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Vision (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Vesper (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Written on the Summit of A High Mountain in the north of England (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Young Man Naughty’s Adventure (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Lo! the light of the morning is flowing...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. On Seeing an Ancient Dirk in the Armory of the Tower of All Nations Bloodstained with Three Distinet Spots which marks none have yet been able to Erase (by the M[arquis of] Douro) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Fragment (“Now rolls the sounding Ocean...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Lines addressed to lady Z[enobia] E[lrington] sent with my portrait which she had asked me to give her by Marquis Douro (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Pleasure (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Reflections on the fate of neglected Genius (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Winter. A Short Poem (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Now fall the last drops of the shower...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. A Traveller’s Meditations (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Lines to the Aragva, a River of the Caucasian Mountains (by Douro) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Song by Lord Wellesley (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Death is here, I feel his power...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Haste, bring us the wine cup...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O blessed, mildly rising morn...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O where has Arthur been this night?..”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“To the forest, to the wilderness...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O There is a land which the sun loves to lighten...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. A Fragment (“Lo! stretched beneath the clist’ring palm...”) (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“On the bright scenes around them spread...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Lines on the Celebrated Bewick (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Bridal (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“He is gone and all grandeur has fled from the mountain...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O who has broke the stilly hush...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Memory (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Richard Cœur de Lion & Blondel (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The night fell down all calm and still...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Fair forms of glistening marble stand around...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Red Cross Knight (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“On the shore of the dark, wild sea...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Eamala is a gurt bellaring bull...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Swiss Emigrant’s Return (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Serenade (“Gently the moonbeams are kissing the deep...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O wind that o’er the ocean...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Sound a lament in the halls of his father...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Dark is the mansion of the dead...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The African Queen’s Lament (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O Hyle thy waves are like Babylon’s streams...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Captain Flower’s Last (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. Lines written beside a fountain in the ground’s of York Villa (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“When the wave of death’s river...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. A National Ode for the Angrians (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Saul (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Lament for the Martyr who dies for his faith...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Death of Darius Codoman[n]us (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. Stanzas on the Fate of Henry Percy (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The moon dawned slow in the dusky gloaming...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The Crypt, the Nave, the Chancel past...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Retrospection (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Wounded Stag (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Reason (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Diving (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“I’ve a free hand and a merry heart...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Lanes were sweet at summer midnight...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The chapelle stood & watched the way...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. My Dreams (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Turn not now for comfort here...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O! would I were the golden light...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“When thou sleepest, lulled in night...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Gods of the old mythology, arise in gloom and storm...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“It is not at an hour like this...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Why should we ever mourn as those...”) (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“He could not sleep! – the couch of war...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Zamorna’s Exile (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“But a recollection now...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. My (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“I scarce would let that restless eye...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Is this my tomb, this humble stone...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Harp (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Lonely Lady (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The trees by the casement are moistened with dew...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O that thy own son, thy noblest born...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Holy St. Cyprian! thy waters stray...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Review at Gazemba (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Siesta (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Yet sleep my lord and know...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O! Let me be alone” he said...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The voice of Lowood speaks subdued...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“What does she dream of, lingering all alone...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. A Rowland for your Oliver (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Apostasy (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Frances (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. Gilbert (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. Mementos (поэма)
- Charlotte Brontё. Passion (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Presentiment (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Regret (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Stanzas (“If thou be in a lonely place...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Letter (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Missionary (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Wife’s Will (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Wood (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Winter Stores (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Evening Solace (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Preference (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Life (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Teacher’s Monologue (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Parting (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Look Wife the clouds are full of snow...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Master and Pupil (“At first I did attention give...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The Autumn day its course has run – the Autumn evening falls...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Early wrapt in slumber deep...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The truest love that ever heart...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“He saw my heart’s woe, discovered my soul’s anguish...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. On the Death of Emily Jane Brontё (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. On the Death of Anne Brontё (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Master and Pupil (“I gave, at first, attention close...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Speak of the North! A lonely moor...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Tis not the air I wished to play...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Eventide (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Morning (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Lost in the Hills (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“A better lot is thine fair maid...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Reader farewell...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“A week ago September dead October’s moon set in...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“But once again, but once again...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Charge on the enemy (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Justine upon thy silent tomb the dews of ev[en]ing weep...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“I obey your gentle call ye...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Dreams, dreams, are...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Hurrah for the Gemini (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Let us drive care away...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Last Branch of murdered royalty...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Jeffry my turtle fare the[e] well...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“I sing that hero over France who reigned...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The light wings of Zephyr oppressed with perfume...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Miss Hume’s Dreams (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“Obscure and little seen my way...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“O’er hill and wood – the evening bells...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“The holy exile lies all desolate...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Stanzas on the Death of a Christian (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. The Town Besieged (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. *** (“There’s not always...”) (стихотворение)
- Charlotte Brontё. Verses by Lord Charles Wellesley (стихотворение)
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