Английская поэзия XIV–XX веков в современных русских переводах (билингва)

The sun his iourney ending in the west
Taking his lodging vp in Thetis bed
Though from oure sightes his beames be banished
Yet with his light the Antipodes be blest.
Now when the same tyme brings my sun to rest
Which me so oft of rest hath hindered
And whiter skin with white sheete couered
And softer cheeke doth on softe pillow rest.
Then I Oh sun of suns and light of lights
Wish me with those Antipodes to be
Which see and feele thy beames and heate by night
Well though the night both cold and darksome is
Yet halfe the dayes delight the night grants me
I feele my suns heate though his light I misse.

To God the Father

Greate God: within whose symple essence, wee
nothyng but that, which ys thy self can fynde:
when on thyself thou dydd’st reflect thy mynde,
thy thought was God, which tooke the forme of thee:
And when this God thus borne, thou lov’st, & hee
lov’d thee agayne, with passion of lyke kynde,
(as lovers syghes, which meete, become one wynde,)
both breath’d one spryght of aequall deitye.
Aeternall father, whence theis twoe do come
and wil’st the tytle of my father have,
and heavenly knowledge in my mynde engrave,
That yt thy sonnes true Image may become;
and sence my hart, with syghes of holy Love,
that yt the temple of the Spright may prove.

To St. Michael the Archangel

When as the prynce of Angells puft’d with pryde
styrr’d his seditious spyrittes to rebell:
God choose for cheife, his Champion Michaell:
and gave hym charge the hoste of heaven to guyde.
And when the Angells of the Rebells syde
vanquish’t in battayle from theyr glory fell,
the pryde of heaven became the Drake of hell,
and in the dungeon of dispayre was tyed.
Thys Dragon synce lett loose, goddes Church assail’d,
and shee by helpe of Mychaells swoarde prevail’d.
Who ever try’d adventures lyke thys knyght?
Which generall of heaven, hell overthrewe;
for such a Lady as Goddes spouse dyd fyght:
and such a monster as the Dyvell subdue.

Of the Prowesse of His Ladie