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немного Гея (англ.) [фев. 3, 2005|12:36 am]
Anatoly Vorobey
Читаю Джона Гея. Он жил в конце 17-го - начале 18-го веков.

Вот, например:


Life is a jest; and all things show it.
I thought so once; but now I know it.

Или ещё отрывок, не менее жизнерадостный:

Where there is life, there's hope, he cried,
Then why such haste? so groan'd and died.

Это на самом деле последние строки басни; вся басня не столь жизнерадостна и интересна, но всё же неплоха; помещаю её под элжекатом.

The Sick Man and the Angel.

Is there no hope? the sick Man said.
The silent doctor shook his head,
And took his leave, with signs of sorrow,
Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

When thus the Man, with gasping breath.
I feel the chilling wound of death.
Since I must bid the world adieu;
Let me my former life review.
I grant, my bargains well were made,
But all men over-reach in trade;
'Tis self-defence in each profession,
Sure self-defence is no transgression.
The little portion in my hands,
By good security on lands,
Is well encreas'd. If, unawares,
My justice to my self and heirs
Hath let my debtor rot in jail,
For want of good sufficient bail;
If I by writ, or bond, or deed
Reduc'd a family to need,
My will hath made the world amends;
My hope on charity depends.
When I am number'd with the dead,
And all my pious gifts are read,
By heav'n and earth 'twill then be known
My charitys were amply shown.

An Angel came. Ah friend, he cry'd,
No more in flatt'ring hope confide.
Can thy good deeds in former times
Outweigh the ballance of thy crimes?
What widow or what orphan prays
To crown thy life with length of days?
A pious action's in thy power,
Embrace with joy the happy hour;
Now, while you draw the vital air,
Prove your intention is sincere:
This instant give a hundred pound;
Your neighbours want, and you abound.

But why such haste, the sick Man whines,
Who knows as yet what Heav'n designs?
Perhaps I may recover still.
That sum and more are in my will.

Fool, says the Vision, now 'tis plain,
Your life, your soul, your heav'n was gain;
From ev'ry side, with all your might,
You scrap'd, and scrap'd beyond your right,
And after death would fain attone,
By giving what is not your own.

Where there is life, there's hope, he cry'd;
Then why such haste? so groan'd and dy'd.


[User Picture]From: meangel
2005-02-02 11:00 pm
А я как раз искала стихи про ангелов...
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[User Picture]From: kisalex
2005-02-03 08:08 pm
Всплыло из детской памяти... Был дома маленькая книжка стихов Джона Гея, по-русски. Впечатлила картинками скелетов с косами и анатомических театров.
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[User Picture]From: grobdalopata
2005-02-04 10:33 pm

А где он похоронен?

Нам по работе нужно.
Заранее спасибо.
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[User Picture]From: vadim_i_z
2005-02-04 11:09 pm

Re: А где он похоронен?

Biographical information
Given name: John
Family name: Gay
Birth date: 1685
Death date: 4 December 1732
Nationality: English
Family relations
father: William Gay
sister: Katherine Baller
sister: Joanna Fortescue
Language: English
Education: Free grammar school, Barnstaple
Politics: Tory
Patron: Duke of Queensberry
Literary period: Augustan
Lottery commissioner: 1722 to 1731
Barnstaple: 1685
Illness: Cholic: 1722
Cause of death: Fever
Buried at: Westminster Abbey

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[User Picture]From: grobdalopata
2005-02-05 09:51 am

Re: Westminster Abbey

Огромное спасибо. Там мы еще по специальности не бывали.

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