English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 41. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 41 Millennial earth, transfigured to a star, The rebegotten world, see, born again; Good, universal order, peace and joy. Fruits of the new creation, all the heirs Holy, of light, share; sweet command in these, In those, obedience sweeter still. […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 44. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 44 Man’s final doom conceive: the award to all Earth’s tribes of souls by spirits elect, their chiefs Saintly, themselves through purifying rule Of chastening spheres, to proximate perfectness Long trained; all rational hosts, by boundless love, Brought round to […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Blasphemy of Guns. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Blasphemy of Guns There must be lonely moments when God feels The need of prayer- Such lonely moments, knowing not anywhere, In any spot or place, In all the far recesses of vast space, Dwells any one to whom His prayers […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Triumph of Time. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) The Triumph of Time Before our lives divide for ever, While time is with us and hands are free, (Time, swift to fasten and swift to sever Hand from hand, as we stand by the sea) I will say no word that […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Heäre. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Heäre (Dree o’m a-ta’ken o’t.) (1) There be the greyhounds! lo’k! an’ there’s the heäre! (2) What houn’s, the squier’s, Thomas? where, then, where? (1) Why, out in Ash Hill, near the barn, behind Thik tree. (3) The pollard? (1) […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 2. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 2 The deity and humanity of Christ. John 1:1,3,14; Col. 1:16. Ere the blue heav’ns were stretched abroad, From everlasting was the Word: With God he was; the Word was God, And must divinely be adored. By his own power […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. To the Memory of Sarah Livingston. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) To the Memory of Sarah Livingston BEYOND where billows roll or tempests vex Is gone the gentlest of the gentle sex! —Her brittle bark on life’s wild ocean tost Unequal to the conflict soon was lost. Severe her sufferings! much, alas, she bore, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Assault. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Assault I I had forgotten how the frogs must sound After a year of silence, else I think I should not so have ventured forth alone At dusk upon this unfrequented road. II I am waylaid by Beauty. […]
English Poetry. Lucy Maud Montgomery. As the Heart Hopes. Люси Мод Монтгомери.
Lucy Maud Montgomery (Люси Мод Монтгомери) As the Heart Hopes It is a year dear one, since you afar Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight A wondrous year! perchance in many a star You have sojourned, or basked within the light Of mightier suns; it may […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. In Examination. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) In Examination Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold, The golden glory that drowned and crowned me Eddied and swayed through the room . . . Around […]
English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. Satan Broken Loose. Перси Биши Шелли. Тень Ада
Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли) Satan Broken Loose A golden-winged Angel stood Before the Eternal Judgement-seat: His looks were wild, and Devils’ blood Stained his dainty hands and feet. The Father and the Son Knew that strife was now begun. They knew that Satan had broken his […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Whales Weep Not!. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Whales Weep Not! They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent. All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge on and on, and […]
English Poetry. Thomas Aird. The Devil’s Dream on Mount Aksbeck. Томас Эрд.
Thomas Aird (Томас Эрд) The Devil’s Dream on Mount Aksbeck Beyond the north where Ural hills from polar tempests run, A glow went forth at midnight hour as of unwonted sun; Upon the north at midnight hour a mighty noise was heard, As if with all his trampling […]
English Poetry. George Eliot. How Lisa Loved the King. Джордж Элиот.
George Eliot (Джордж Элиот) How Lisa Loved the King Six hundred years ago, in Dante’s time, Before his cheek was furrowed by deep rhyme; When Europe, fed afresh from Eastern story, Was like a garden tangled with the glory Of flowers hand-planted and of flowers air-sown, Climbing and […]
English Poetry. Charles Lockhart. Epistle to a Friend, with a Copy of Burns’s Letters. Чарльз Локкарт. Послание другу при возвращении ему томиков стихов Бернса
Charles Lockhart (Чарльз Локкарт) Epistle to a Friend, with a Copy of Burns’s Letters 1. Dear Sir, – I now return your beuk; I’ve aften traced it every neuk, Wi’ persevering care. Tho’ e’er sae aft I’ve read it ower, Yet when again […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Hark! A Voice Divides the Sky. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Hark! A voice divides the sky! Happy are the faithful dead, In the Lord who sweetly die, They from all their toils are freed. Them the Spirit hath declared Blessed, unutterably blessed; Jesus is their great reward, Jesus is their endless […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Room. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Room I think the things I own and love Acquire a sense of me, That gives them value far above The worth that others see. My chattels are of me a part: This chair on which I sit Would break its […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Midwinter. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Midwinter The speckled sky is dim with snow, The light flakes falter and fall slow; Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale, Silently drops a silvery veil; And all the valley is shut in By flickering curtains gray and thin. But cheerily […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dark Glasses. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dark Glasses Sweet maiden, why disguise The beauty of your eyes With glasses black? Although I’m well aware That you are more than fair, Allure you lack. For as I stare at you I ask if brown or blue Your optics are? […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dark Glasses. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dark Glasses Sweet maiden, why disguise The beauty of your eyes With glasses black? Although I’m well aware That you are more than fair, Allure you lack. For as I stare at you I ask if brown or blue Your optics are? […]
Английская поэзия. Редьярд Киплинг. «Расходы и поступления». (1919-1926). 9. Джейн выходит замуж. Rudyard Kipling. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 9. Jane’s Marriage
Редьярд Киплинг (Rudyard Kipling) «Расходы и поступления». (1919-1926). 9. Джейн выходит замуж Попала Джейн, – Джейн О́стин, – в Рай, И это справедливо. И в кресло деву усадил Сэр Вальтер хлопотливо.1 И дон испанский Мигуэ́ль,2 А также Генри с То́би,3 А также сэр Вильям Шекспир […]
Английская поэзия. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 139. Оправдывать меня не принуждай. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 139. o call not me to justify the wrong
Уильям Шекспир (William Shakespeare) Сонет 139. Оправдывать меня не принуждай Оправдывать меня не принуждай Твою несправедливость и обман. Уж лучше силу силой побеждай, Но хитростью не наноси мне ран. Люби другого, но в минуты встреч Ты от меня ресниц не отводи. Зачем хитрить? Твой взгляд – разящий […]
Английская поэзия. Перси Биши Шелли. К Мэри Шелли. Percy Bysshe Shelley. To Mary Shelley
Перси Биши Шелли (Percy Bysshe Shelley) К Мэри Шелли Мир туманный угрюм, И устал я от дум, Я устал без тебя на пути; Ты смеялась светло, Но сиянье ушло, Нужно было и мне с ним уйти. Перевод К. Бальмонта Оригинал или первоисточник на английском языке To Mary […]
Английская поэзия. Айзек Розенберг. Дочери войны. Isaac Rosenberg. Daughters of War
Айзек Розенберг (Isaac Rosenberg) Дочери войны Румяная свобода рук и ног – Расхристанная пляска духа с плотью, Где корни Древа Жизни. (Есть сторона обратная вещей, Что скрыта от мудрейших глаз земли.) Я наблюдал мистические пляски Прекрасных дочерей прошедшей битвы: Они из окровавленного тела Наивную выманивали душу, Чтоб […]
Английская поэзия. Перси Биши Шелли. Тень Ада. Percy Bysshe Shelley. Satan Broken Loose
Перси Биши Шелли (Percy Bysshe Shelley) Тень Ада Прекрасный ангел златокрылый Пред троном Судии предстал: Стопы и длани кровь багрила, Взор обезумевший блуждал. Он известил Отца и Сына, Что бытия мрачна картина, Что Сатана освобожден И что несметный легион Бесов пустил по свету он… Он смолк – и […]
Английская поэзия. Редьярд Киплинг. «Эпитафии Войны». 1914-1918. 1. Убытки поровну. Rudyard Kipling. «Epitaphs of the War». 1914-1918. 1. «Equality of Sacrifice»
Редьярд Киплинг (Rudyard Kipling) «Эпитафии Войны». 1914-1918. 1. Убытки поровну А: «Я был при жизни Богачом». Б: «А я страдал от нищеты». (Оба вместе): «Тогда чего ж лишился я такого, что не отдал ты?» © Перевод Евг. Фельдмана 19.05.1997 24.05.1997 (ред.) Все переводы Евгения Фельдмана […]
Lament For The Makers By William Dunbar
Lament For The Makers By William Dunbar I that in heill wes and gladnes, Am trublit now with gret seiknes, And feblit with infermite; Timor mortis conturbat me. Our plesance heir is all vane glory, This fals warld is bot transitory, The flesche is brukle, the Fend is sle; Timor mortis conturbat me. The stait […]
Done is a battle by William Dunbar
Done is a battle on the dragon black, Our champion Christ confoundit has his force; The yetis of hell are broken with a crack, The sign triumphal raisit is of the cross, The devillis trymmillis with hiddous voce, The saulis are borrowit and to the bliss can go, Christ with his bloud our ransonis dois […]
Robert Burns: Inscription To Miss Jessy Lewars: On a copy of the Scots Musical Museum, in four volumes, presented to her by Burns.
Inscription To Miss Jessy Lewars On a copy of the Scots Musical Museum, in four volumes, presented to her by Burns. Type: Inscription Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair, And with them take the Poet’s prayer, That Fate may, in her fairest page, With ev’ry kindliest, best presage Of future bliss, enroll thy name: With […]
Robert Burns: O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast:
O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast Type: Poem O wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee; Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it […]
Robert Burns: A Health To Ane I Loe Dear:
A Health To Ane I Loe Dear Type: Poem Chorus-Here’s a health to ane I loe dear, Here’s a health to ane I loe dear; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear-Jessy. Altho’ thou maun never be mine, Altho’ even hope is denied; ‘Tis sweeter […]
Robert Burns: O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass:
O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass Type: Poem Chorus-O lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass; And swear on thy white hand, lass, That thou wilt be my ain. A slave to Love’s unbounded sway, He aft has wrought me meikle wae; But now he is my deadly […]
Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: On Her Recovery
Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars On Her Recovery Type: Poem But rarely seen since Nature’s birth, The natives of the sky; Yet still one seraph’s left on earth, For Jessie did not die. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the […]
Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: Jessie’s illness
Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars Jessie’s illness Type: Poem Say, sages, what’s the charm on earth Can turn Death’s dart aside! It is not purity and worth, Else Jessie had not died. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel […]
Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Menagerie
Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars The Menagerie Type: Poem Talk not to me of savages, From Afric’s burning sun; No savage e’er could rend my heart, As Jessie, thou hast done: But Jessie’s lovely hand in mine, A mutual faith to plight, Not even to view the heavenly choir, Would be so blest a sight. […]
Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Toast
Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars The Toast Type: Poem Fill me with the rosy wine, Call a toast, a toast divine: Giveth me Poet’s darling flame, Lovely Jessie be her name; Then thou mayest freely boast, Thou hast given a peerless toast. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by […]
Robert Burns: The Trogger.: Heron Election Ballad, No. IV.
The Trogger. Heron Election Ballad, No. IV. Type: Song Tune: Buy Broom Besoms. Wha will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o’ Broughton, a’ in high repair? Chorus-Buy braw troggin frae the banks o’ Dee; Wha wants troggin let him come to me. There’s a noble Earl’s fame and high renown, For an […]
Robert Burns: A Lass Wi’ A Tocher:
A Lass Wi’ A Tocher Type: Song Tune: Ballinamona Ora. Awa’ wi’ your witchcraft o’ Beauty’s alarms, The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms, O, gie me the lass that has acres o’ charms, O, gie me the lass wi’ the weel-stockit farms. Chorus-Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher, Then […]
Robert Burns: Epistle To Colonel De Peyster:
Epistle To Colonel De Peyster Type: Epistle My honor’d Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet’s weal; Ah! now sma’ heart hae I to speel The steep Parnassus, Surrounded thus by bolus pill, And potion glasses. O what a canty world were it, Would pain and care and sickness spare it; And […]
Robert Burns: The Dean Of Faculty: A New Ballad
The Dean Of Faculty A New Ballad1796 Type: Song Tune: The Dragon of Wantley. Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For beauteous, hapless Mary: But Scot to Scot ne’er met so hot, Or were more in fury seen, Sir, Than ‘twixt Hal […]