Patrick Branwell Brontë «Poems by Patrick Branwell Brontë»
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Patrick Branwell Brontë
Poems by Patrick Branwell Brontë
авторский сборник, первое издание
Язык издания: английский
Составитель: Владимир Щербаков
Екатеринбург: Ridero, 2026 г. (сентябрь)
ISBN: 978-5-0071-2809-4
Тип обложки:
мягкая
Страниц: 316
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Описание:
Сборник стихов Патрика Бренуэлла Бронте.
Содержание:
- Владимир Щербаков. От составителя (статья)
- Poems by Patrick Branwell Brontё
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Poetry (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Dirge of the Genii (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Interior of a Pothouse (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Ode to the cheif Genius BANY (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. On Seeing the ruins of the tower of Babylon... (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Ode to Napoleon (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Address to the Genius &c (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The shipwrecked mans comoplaint (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song 1 (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song 2 (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Address to the Genius of War (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Ode to the Polar Star (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Thermopylae (“Now morning rises broad and bright...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Pass of Thermopylae (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. To the Horse Black Eagle which I rode at the Battle of Zamorna (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Sing for the power of my foeman hath gone...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“Son of Heaven, in heavenly musing...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“Thou art gone, but I am here...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“Frozen fast is my heart at last...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lines (“Now then I am alone...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Spirit of Poetry (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Doubters Hymn (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Misery (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Elrington (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“My Ancient ship upon my Ancient sea...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Memory (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Still and bright, in twilight shining...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. An Angrian Battle Song (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Battle Eve (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Ashworths Hymn (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lucifer (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lines composed at day break before the Revolution of June 26, 1836 by Percy (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Percy’s Musings upon the Battle of Edwardston (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Yet o’er his face a solemn light...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“There’s something in this glorious hour...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Hours annd [sic] days my Heart has lain...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Forgotten one! I know not when nor how...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Vision of Velino (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The CXXVIIth Psalm (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. An Analogy (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Sleep, mourner, sleep! – I cannot sleep...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Well! I will lift up my eyes once more...”) (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“I saw Her in the Crowded hall...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Rover (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Augusta (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sound the Loud Trumpet (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Angrian Hymn (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Angrian Welcome (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Northangerlands Name (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Morning (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Mary’s Prayer (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Upon that dreary winter’s night...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lines (“We leave our bodies in the Tomb...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. An Hours Musings on the Atlantic (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Alone she paced her ancient Hall...”) (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. On Caroline (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Caroline (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Harriet I (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“The present day’s sorrow...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sonnet (“Why hold young eyes the fullest fount of tears...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Now – but one moment, let me stay...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Cease, mourner, cease thy sorrowing for the dead...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“How Edenlike seem palace walls...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Harriet II (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“There’s many a grief to shade the scene...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Death Triumphant (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Drink to me only with thine eyes...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“From the thunder of the battle...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Happy sinks a summer day...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sir Henry Tunstall (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Black Comb (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Oh Thou, whose beams were most withdrawn...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sonnet (“Man thinks too often that his earth-born cares...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Amid the worlds wide din around...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“The man who will not know another...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“The desolate earth, the wintery sky...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Dec/19 1841 at Luddenden Church (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Robert Burns (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. On the Melbourne Ministry (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Heaven and Earth (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Triumph of Mind over Body (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sonnet I (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Affgan War (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Epicurean’s Song (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Azrael, or the Eve of Destruction (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Callousness Produced by Care (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Peaceful Death and Painful Life (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“When first old Time with me shook hands...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“When side by side, at twilight, sitting...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Song (“Should Life’s first feeling be forgot...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Caroline’s Prayer (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Thorp Green (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Oer Graftons Hill the blue heaven smiled serene...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Emigrant I (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The Emigrant II (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Penmænmawr (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Before Our mighty Makers throne...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Real Rest (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Epistle from a Father to a Child in her grave (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Home thoughts are not, with me...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“By Babel’s waters Israel, long ago...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Sonnet (“When all our cheerful hours seem gone forever...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Juan Fernandez (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Speak kindly (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Tell me what is the most important page...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Lydia Gisborne (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“He said “I scarce know why we have...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Morley Hall, Leigh, Lancashire (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. The End of All (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Percy Hall (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Oh, all our cares these noontide airs...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“I saw a picture yesterday...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Fragment (“As if heartsick at scenes of death, the day...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“While fabled scenes and fancied forms...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Thermopylae (“Thermopylae’s tremendous Height...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Queen Mary’s Grave (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Man thinks too often that the ills of life...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. A Fragment (“The Clouds are rolled away – the light...”) (поэма)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Now the sweet hour of closing day...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“He rode across the moor at night...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Our hopes on earth seem wholly gone...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“A breeze embued with rich perfumes...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Behold the waste of waving sea...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“What seek my eyes? They rest not on the columns arching o’er me...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Far up in heaven I view the brightest star...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“The moon in glory mounts above...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“When on the thorny bed of Death...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“When on the thorny bed of death...) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“My soul is flown...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“While holy Wheelhouse far above...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Say Dr. Wheelhouse is a jewel...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. An Echo from Indian Cannon (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Best loved of womankind, canst …”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Think not that life is happiness...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. *** (“Oh, all our cares these noontide airs...”) (стихотворение)
- Patrick Branwell Brontё. Might rough rocks find neath calmest sea (стихотворение)
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