{"id":986,"date":"2026-05-24T18:07:01","date_gmt":"2026-05-24T15:07:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1721.space\/?p=986"},"modified":"2026-05-24T18:07:08","modified_gmt":"2026-05-24T15:07:08","slug":"%d1%81%d1%82%d0%b8%d1%85%d0%be%d1%82%d0%b2%d0%be%d1%80%d0%b5%d0%bd%d0%b8%d0%b5-%d0%ba%d0%be%d1%82%d0%be%d1%80%d0%be%d0%b5-%d1%82%d1%8b-%d1%83%d0%b6%d0%b5-%d1%87%d0%b8%d1%82%d0%b0%d0%bb-my-love-give","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1721.space\/?p=986","title":{"rendered":"\u0421\u0442\u0438\u0445\u043e\u0442\u0432\u043e\u0440\u0435\u043d\u0438\u0435, \u043a\u043e\u0442\u043e\u0440\u043e\u0435 \u0442\u044b \u0443\u0436\u0435 \u0447\u0438\u0442\u0430\u043b (MY LOVE, give me wings, Can you hear angels sing?)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"prp-pages-output\" lang=\"en\">\n<span><span class=\"pagenum ws-pagenum\" id=\"205\" data-page-number=\"205\" data-page-name=\"Page:The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero) - Volume 1.djvu\/245\" data-page-index=\"245\" data-page-quality=\"3\" title=\"Page:The_Works_of_Lord_Byron_(ed._Coleridge,_Prothero)_-_Volume_1.djvu\/245\"><span id=\"pageindex_245\" class=\"pagenum-inner ws-noexport\"><\/span><\/span><\/span><style data-mw-deduplicate=\"TemplateStyles:r15620827\">.mw-parser-output .wst-center{text-align:center;margin:0 auto}.mw-parser-output .wst-center.wst-center-nomargin>p{margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0}<\/style><div class=\"wst-center tiInherit\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size:120%;\">I WOULD I WERE A CARELESS CHILD.<\/span>\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<style data-mw-deduplicate=\"TemplateStyles:r15431465\">.mw-parser-output .wst-block-center{display:block;margin:0 auto;padding:0;position:relative;max-width:100%;height:auto;text-align:initial}.mw-parser-output .wst-block-center-title{display:inline-block;width:100%;text-align:center}<\/style><div class=\"wst-block-center\" style=\"width:fit-content;\">\n<link rel=\"mw-deduplicated-inline-style\" href=\"mw-data:TemplateStyles:r15620827\"><div class=\"wst-center tiInherit\">\n<p>1.\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><span class=\"smallcaps\" style=\"font-variant:small-caps;\">I would<\/span> I were a careless child,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Still dwelling in my Highland cave,<br>\nOr roaming through the dusky wild,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Or bounding o&#8217;er the dark blue wave;<br>\nThe cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Accords not with the freeborn soul,<br>\nWhich loves the mountain&#8217;s craggy side,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>And seeks the rocks where billows roll.\n<\/p>\n<br> <span><span class=\"pagenum ws-pagenum\" id=\"206\" data-page-number=\"206\" data-page-name=\"Page:The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero) - Volume 1.djvu\/246\" data-page-index=\"246\" data-page-quality=\"3\" title=\"Page:The_Works_of_Lord_Byron_(ed._Coleridge,_Prothero)_-_Volume_1.djvu\/246\"><span id=\"pageindex_246\" class=\"pagenum-inner ws-noexport\"><\/span><\/span><\/span><link rel=\"mw-deduplicated-inline-style\" href=\"mw-data:TemplateStyles:r15620827\"><div class=\"wst-center tiInherit\">\n<p>2.\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>Fortune! take back these cultur&#8217;d lands,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Take back this name of splendid sound!<br>\nI hate the touch of servile hands,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>I hate the slaves that cringe around:<br>\nPlace me among the rocks I love,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Which sound to Ocean&#8217;s wildest roar;<br>\nI ask but this\u2014again to rove<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Through scenes my youth hath known before.\n<\/p><p><br>\n<\/p>\n<link rel=\"mw-deduplicated-inline-style\" href=\"mw-data:TemplateStyles:r15620827\"><div class=\"wst-center tiInherit\">\n<p>3.\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>Few are my years, and yet I feel<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>The World was ne&#8217;er design&#8217;d for me:<br>\nAh! why do dark&#8217;ning shades conceal<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>The hour when man must cease to be?<br>\nOnce I beheld a splendid dream,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>A visionary scene of bliss;<br>\nTruth!\u2014wherefore did thy hated beam<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Awake me to a world like this?\n<\/p><p><br>\n<\/p>\n<link rel=\"mw-deduplicated-inline-style\" href=\"mw-data:TemplateStyles:r15620827\"><div class=\"wst-center tiInherit\">\n<p>4.\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>I lov&#8217;d\u2014but those I lov&#8217;d are gone;<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Had friends\u2014my early friends are fled:<br>\nHow cheerless feels the heart alone,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>When all its former hopes are dead!<br>\nThough gay companions, o&#8217;er the bowl<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Dispel awhile the sense of ill;<br>\nThough Pleasure stirs the maddening soul,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>The heart\u2014the heart\u2014is lonely still.\n<\/p>\n<br> <span><span class=\"pagenum ws-pagenum\" id=\"207\" data-page-number=\"207\" data-page-name=\"Page:The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero) - Volume 1.djvu\/247\" data-page-index=\"247\" data-page-quality=\"3\" title=\"Page:The_Works_of_Lord_Byron_(ed._Coleridge,_Prothero)_-_Volume_1.djvu\/247\"><span id=\"pageindex_247\" class=\"pagenum-inner ws-noexport\"><\/span><\/span><\/span><link rel=\"mw-deduplicated-inline-style\" href=\"mw-data:TemplateStyles:r15620827\"><div class=\"wst-center tiInherit\">\n<p>5.\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>How dull! to hear the voice of those<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Whom Rank or Chance, whom Wealth or Power,<br>\nHave made, though neither friends nor foes,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Associates of the festive hour.<br>\nGive me again a faithful few,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>In years and feelings still the same,<br>\nAnd I will fly the midnight crew,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Where boist&#8217;rous Joy is but a name.\n<\/p><p><br>\n<\/p>\n<link rel=\"mw-deduplicated-inline-style\" href=\"mw-data:TemplateStyles:r15620827\"><div class=\"wst-center tiInherit\">\n<p>6.\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>And Woman, lovely Woman! thou,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>My hope, my comforter, my all!<br>\nHow cold must be my bosom now,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>When e&#8217;en thy smiles begin to pall!<br>\nWithout a sigh would I resign,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>This busy scene of splendid Woe,<br>\nTo make that calm contentment mine,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Which Virtue knows, or seems to know.\n<\/p><p><br>\n<\/p>\n<link rel=\"mw-deduplicated-inline-style\" href=\"mw-data:TemplateStyles:r15620827\"><div class=\"wst-center tiInherit\">\n<p>7.\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>Fain would I fly the haunts of men\u2014<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>I seek to shun, not hate mankind;<br> <span><span class=\"pagenum ws-pagenum\" id=\"208\" data-page-number=\"208\" data-page-name=\"Page:The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero) - Volume 1.djvu\/248\" data-page-index=\"248\" data-page-quality=\"3\" title=\"Page:The_Works_of_Lord_Byron_(ed._Coleridge,_Prothero)_-_Volume_1.djvu\/248\"><span id=\"pageindex_248\" class=\"pagenum-inner ws-noexport\"><\/span><\/span><\/span>My breast requires the sullen glen,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Whose gloom may suit a darken&#8217;d mind.<br>\nOh! that to me the wings were given,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>Which bear the turtle to her nest!<br>\nThen would I cleave the vault of Heaven,<br>\n<span class=\"wst-gap __gap\" style=\"display:inline-block; inline-size:2em\"><\/span>To flee away, and be at rest.\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><br>\n \n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\/\/ <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikisource.org\/wiki\/The_Works_of_Lord_Byron_(ed._Coleridge,_Prothero)\/Poetry\/Volume_1\/I_would_I_were_a_Careless_Child\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">https:\/\/en.wikisource.org\/wiki\/The_Works_of_Lord_Byron_(ed._Coleridge,_Prothero)\/Poetry\/Volume_1\/I_would_I_were_a_Careless_Child<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I WOULD I WERE A CARELESS CHILD. 1. 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