Читать книгу The Demon / Демон. Книга для чтения на английском языке - Михаил Лермонтов, Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов, M. Y. Lermontov - Страница 5

And so – exiled from Paradise —

He soared above the peaks of ice

And saw the everlasting snows

Of Kazbek and the Caucasus,

And, serpentine, the winding deeps

Of that black, dragon-haunted pass

The Daryal gorge; then the wild leaps

Of Terek like a lion bounding

With mane of tangled spray that blows

Behind him, and a great roar sounding

Through all the hills, where beast and bird

On mountain scree and azure steeps

The river's mighty voice had heard;

And, as he flew, the golden clouds

Streaked from the South in tattered shrouds…

Companions on his Northbound course;

And the great cliffs came crowding in

And brooded darkly over him

Exuding some compelling force

Of somnolence above the stream…

And on the cliff-tops castles reared

Their towered heads and baleful stared

Out through the mists – wardens who wait

Colossal at the mighty gate

Of Caucasus – and all about

God's world lay wonderful and wild…

But the proud Spirit looked with doubt

And cool contempt on God's creation,

His brow unruffled and serene

Admitting no participation.