Обсуждение:Медок (Саути; Пушкин)

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Madoc («Fair blows the wind... the vessel drives along...», 1805)

M A D O C.

M A D O C.

THE FIRST PART.

MADOC IN WALES.

I. <Madoc's Return to Wales>

FAIR blows the wind... the vessel drives along,
Her streamers fluttering at their length, her sails
All full; she drives along, and round her prow
Scatters the ocean-spray. What feelings then
5 Filled every bosom, when the mariners,
After the peril of that weary way,
Beheld their own dear country! Here stands one
Stretching his sight toward the distant shore;
And, as to well-known forms his busy joy
10 Shapes the dim outline, eagerly he points
The fancied headland, and the cape and bay,
Till his eyes ache o'erstraining. This man shakes
His comrade's hand, and bids him welcome home,
And blesses God, and then he weeps aloud:
15 Here stands another, who, in secret prayer,
Calls on the Virgin, and his patron Saint,
Renewing his old vows of gifts and alms
And pilgrimage, so he may find all well.
Silent and thoughtful, and apart from all,
20 Stood Madoc; now his noble enterprize
Proudly remembering, now in dreams of hope,
Anon of bodings full, and doubt and fear.
Fair smiled the evening, and the favoring gale
Sung in the shrouds, and swift the steady bark
25 Rushed roaring through the waves.

The sun goes down:<...>

1805

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<poem> Far off his light is on the naked crags Of Penmanmawr, and Arvon's ancient hills; And the last glory lingers yet awhile, 10 Crowning old Snowdon's venerable head, That rose amid his mountains. Now the ship Drew nigh where Mona, the dark island, stretch'd Her shore along the ocean's lighter line. There, through the mist and twilight, many a fire, Upflaming, streamed upon the level sea Red lines of lengthening light, which far away

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Rising and falling, flashed athwart the waves. Thereat, full many a thought of ill disturbed Prince Madoc's mind: did some new conqueror seize The throne of David? had the tyrant's guilt Awakened vengeance to the deed of death? Or blazed they for a brother's obsequies, The sport and mirth of murder? Like the lights Which there upon Aberfraw's royal walls Are waving with the wind, the painful doubt Fluctuates within him. -- Onward drives the gale; On flies the bark; and she hath reached at length Her haven, safe from her unequalled way! And now, in louder and yet louder joy Clamorous, the happy mariners all-hail Their native shore, and now they leap to land.

There stood-an old man on the beach to wait The comers from the ocean; and he ask'd, "Is it the Prince?" And Madoc knew his voice, And turned to him, and fell upon his neck; For it was Urien, who had fostered him, Had loved him like a child; and Madoc lov'd, Even as a father loved he that old man.

My sister? quoth the Prince. .. Oh, she and I