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Patrick Branwell Brontë «Poems by Patrick Branwell Brontë»

Poems by Patrick Branwell Brontë

авторский сборник, первое издание

Язык издания: английский

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Екатеринбург: Ridero, 2026 г. (сентябрь)

ISBN: 978-5-0071-2809-4

Тип обложки: мягкая

Страниц: 316

Описание:

Сборник стихов Патрика Бренуэлла Бронте.

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  1. Владимир Щербаков. От составителя (статья)
  2. Poems by Patrick Branwell Brontё
    1. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Poetry (стихотворение)
    2. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Dirge of the Genii (стихотворение)
    3. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Interior of a Pothouse (стихотворение)
    4. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Ode to the cheif Genius BANY (стихотворение)
    5. Patrick Branwell Brontё. On Seeing the ruins of the tower of Babylon... (стихотворение)
    6. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Ode to Napoleon (стихотворение)
    7. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Address to the Genius &c (стихотворение)
    8. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The shipwrecked mans comoplaint (стихотворение)
    9. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song 1 (стихотворение)
    10. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song 2 (стихотворение)
    11. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Address to the Genius of War (стихотворение)
    12. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Ode to the Polar Star (стихотворение)
    13. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Thermopylae (“Now morning rises broad and bright...”) (стихотворение)
    14. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Pass of Thermopylae (поэма)
    15. Patrick Branwell Brontё. To the Horse Black Eagle which I rode at the Battle of Zamorna (стихотворение)
    16. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Sing for the power of my foeman hath gone...”) (стихотворение)
    17. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“Son of Heaven, in heavenly musing...”) (стихотворение)
    18. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“Thou art gone, but I am here...”) (стихотворение)
    19. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“Frozen fast is my heart at last...”) (стихотворение)
    20. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lines (“Now then I am alone...”) (стихотворение)
    21. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Spirit of Poetry (стихотворение)
    22. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Doubters Hymn (стихотворение)
    23. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Misery (поэма)
    24. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Elrington (стихотворение)
    25. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“My Ancient ship upon my Ancient sea...”) (стихотворение)
    26. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Memory (стихотворение)
    27. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Still and bright, in twilight shining...”) (стихотворение)
    28. Patrick Branwell Brontё. An Angrian Battle Song (стихотворение)
    29. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Battle Eve (стихотворение)
    30. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Ashworths Hymn (стихотворение)
    31. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lucifer (стихотворение)
    32. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lines composed at day break before the Revolution of June 26, 1836 by Percy (стихотворение)
    33. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Percy’s Musings upon the Battle of Edwardston (стихотворение)
    34. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Yet o’er his face a solemn light...”) (стихотворение)
    35. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“There’s something in this glorious hour...”) (стихотворение)
    36. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Hours annd [sic] days my Heart has lain...”) (стихотворение)
    37. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Forgotten one! I know not when nor how...”) (стихотворение)
    38. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Vision of Velino (стихотворение)
    39. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The CXXVIIth Psalm (стихотворение)
    40. Patrick Branwell Brontё. An Analogy (стихотворение)
    41. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Sleep, mourner, sleep! – I cannot sleep...”) (стихотворение)
    42. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Well! I will lift up my eyes once more...”) (поэма)
    43. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“I saw Her in the Crowded hall...”) (стихотворение)
    44. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Rover (стихотворение)
    45. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Augusta (стихотворение)
    46. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sound the Loud Trumpet (стихотворение)
    47. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Angrian Hymn (стихотворение)
    48. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Angrian Welcome (стихотворение)
    49. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Northangerlands Name (стихотворение)
    50. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Morning (стихотворение)
    51. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Mary’s Prayer (стихотворение)
    52. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Upon that dreary winter’s night...”) (стихотворение)
    53. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lines (“We leave our bodies in the Tomb...”) (стихотворение)
    54. Patrick Branwell Brontё. An Hours Musings on the Atlantic (поэма)
    55. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Alone she paced her ancient Hall...”) (поэма)
    56. Patrick Branwell Brontё. On Caroline (стихотворение)
    57. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Caroline (поэма)
    58. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Harriet I (поэма)
    59. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“The present day’s sorrow...”) (стихотворение)
    60. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sonnet (“Why hold young eyes the fullest fount of tears...”) (стихотворение)
    61. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Now – but one moment, let me stay...”) (стихотворение)
    62. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Cease, mourner, cease thy sorrowing for the dead...”) (стихотворение)
    63. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“How Edenlike seem palace walls...”) (стихотворение)
    64. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Harriet II (поэма)
    65. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“There’s many a grief to shade the scene...”) (стихотворение)
    66. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Death Triumphant (стихотворение)
    67. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Drink to me only with thine eyes...”) (стихотворение)
    68. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“From the thunder of the battle...”) (стихотворение)
    69. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Happy sinks a summer day...”) (стихотворение)
    70. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sir Henry Tunstall (поэма)
    71. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Black Comb (стихотворение)
    72. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Oh Thou, whose beams were most withdrawn...”) (стихотворение)
    73. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sonnet (“Man thinks too often that his earth-born cares...”) (стихотворение)
    74. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Amid the worlds wide din around...”) (стихотворение)
    75. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“The man who will not know another...”) (стихотворение)
    76. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“The desolate earth, the wintery sky...”) (стихотворение)
    77. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Dec/19 1841 at Luddenden Church (стихотворение)
    78. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Robert Burns (стихотворение)
    79. Patrick Branwell Brontё. On the Melbourne Ministry (стихотворение)
    80. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Heaven and Earth (стихотворение)
    81. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Triumph of Mind over Body (стихотворение)
    82. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sonnet I (стихотворение)
    83. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Affgan War (стихотворение)
    84. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Epicurean’s Song (стихотворение)
    85. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Azrael, or the Eve of Destruction (поэма)
    86. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Callousness Produced by Care (стихотворение)
    87. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Peaceful Death and Painful Life (стихотворение)
    88. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“When first old Time with me shook hands...”) (стихотворение)
    89. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“When side by side, at twilight, sitting...”) (стихотворение)
    90. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“Should Life’s first feeling be forgot...”) (стихотворение)
    91. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Caroline’s Prayer (стихотворение)
    92. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Thorp Green (стихотворение)
    93. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Oer Graftons Hill the blue heaven smiled serene...”) (стихотворение)
    94. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Emigrant I (стихотворение)
    95. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Emigrant II (стихотворение)
    96. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Penmænmawr (стихотворение)
    97. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Before Our mighty Makers throne...”) (стихотворение)
    98. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Real Rest (стихотворение)
    99. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Epistle from a Father to a Child in her grave (стихотворение)
    100. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Home thoughts are not, with me...”) (стихотворение)
    101. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“By Babel’s waters Israel, long ago...”) (стихотворение)
    102. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sonnet (“When all our cheerful hours seem gone forever...”) (стихотворение)
    103. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Juan Fernandez (стихотворение)
    104. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Speak kindly (стихотворение)
    105. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Tell me what is the most important page...”) (стихотворение)
    106. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lydia Gisborne (стихотворение)
    107. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“He said “I scarce know why we have...”) (стихотворение)
    108. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Morley Hall, Leigh, Lancashire (стихотворение)
    109. Patrick Branwell Brontё. The End of All (стихотворение)
    110. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Percy Hall (стихотворение)
    111. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Oh, all our cares these noontide airs...”) (стихотворение)
    112. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“I saw a picture yesterday...”) (стихотворение)
    113. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Fragment (“As if heartsick at scenes of death, the day...”) (стихотворение)
    114. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“While fabled scenes and fancied forms...”) (стихотворение)
    115. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Thermopylae (“Thermopylae’s tremendous Height...”) (стихотворение)
    116. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Queen Mary’s Grave (стихотворение)
    117. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Man thinks too often that the ills of life...”) (стихотворение)
    118. Patrick Branwell Brontё. A Fragment (“The Clouds are rolled away – the light...”) (поэма)
    119. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Now the sweet hour of closing day...”) (стихотворение)
    120. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“He rode across the moor at night...”) (стихотворение)
    121. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Our hopes on earth seem wholly gone...”) (стихотворение)
    122. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“A breeze embued with rich perfumes...”) (стихотворение)
    123. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Behold the waste of waving sea...”) (стихотворение)
    124. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“What seek my eyes? They rest not on the columns arching o’er me...”) (стихотворение)
    125. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Far up in heaven I view the brightest star...”) (стихотворение)
    126. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“The moon in glory mounts above...”) (стихотворение)
    127. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“When on the thorny bed of Death...”) (стихотворение)
    128. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“When on the thorny bed of death...) (стихотворение)
    129. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“My soul is flown...”) (стихотворение)
    130. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“While holy Wheelhouse far above...”) (стихотворение)
    131. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Say Dr. Wheelhouse is a jewel...”) (стихотворение)
    132. Patrick Branwell Brontё. An Echo from Indian Cannon (стихотворение)
    133. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Best loved of womankind, canst …”) (стихотворение)
    134. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Think not that life is happiness...”) (стихотворение)
    135. Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Oh, all our cares these noontide airs...”) (стихотворение)
    136. Patrick Branwell Brontё. Might rough rocks find neath calmest sea (стихотворение)
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