English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Lady of Forebodings. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Lady of Forebodings ‘What do you so regret, my lady, Sitting beside me here? Are there not days as clear As this to come – ev’n shaped less shady?’ ‘O no,’ said she. ‘Come what delight To you, by voice or pen, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Premonitions. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Premonitions ‘The bell went heavy to-day At afternoon service, they say, And a screech-owl cried in the boughs, And a raven flew over the house, And Betty’s old clock with one hand, That’s worn out, as I understand, And never goes now, never […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Dawn. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Dawn (From the train between Bologna and Milan, second class.) Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ever: even yet A dim watch tells two hours, two aeons, more. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Paphian Ball. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Paphian Ball Another Christmas Experience of the Mellstock Quire We went our Christmas rounds once more, With quire and viols as theretofore. Our path was near by Rushy-Pond, Where Egdon-Heath outstretched beyond. There stood a figure against the moon, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The High-School Lawn. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The High-School Lawn Gray prinked with rose, White tipped with blue, Shoes with gay hose, Sleeves of chrome hue; Fluffed frills of white, Dark bordered light; Such shimmerings through Trees of emerald green are eyed This afternoon, from the road outside. They […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. To C.F.H.. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) To C.F.H. On Her Christening-Day Fair Caroline, I wonder what You think of earth as a dwelling-spot, And if you’d rather have come, or not? To-day has laid on you a name That, though unasked for, you will claim Lifelong, for […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 2. Years of the Modern. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 33. Из цикла «Песни расставаний». 2. Годы современности
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 2. Years of the Modern Years of the modern! years of the unperform’d! Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas, I see not America only, not only Liberty’s nation but other nations […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 22. A Clear Midnight. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 32. Из цикла «От полудня до звездной ночи». 22. Ясная полночь
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 22. A Clear Midnight This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 12. Mediums. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 12. Mediums They shall arise in the States, They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness, They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos, They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive, They shall be complete women and […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Mummia. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Mummia As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to their bed; Drunk on the dead, and medicined With spiced imperial dust, In a short night they reeled to find Ten […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 6. Mannahatta. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 6. Mannahatta I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name. Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 14. Night on the Prairies. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 14. Night on the Prairies Night on the prairies, The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low, The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets; I walk by myself—I stand and look at […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 11. A Noiseless Patient Spider. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 11. A Noiseless Patient Spider A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament out of itself, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 8. Quicksand Years. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 8. Quicksand Years Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me, Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess’d soul, eludes not, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 2. Whispers of Heavenly Death. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 30. Из цикла «Шепот божественной смерти». 2. Шепот божественной смерти
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 2. Whispers of Heavenly Death Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear, Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals, Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low, Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 34. Wandering at Morn. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 24. Из цикла «Осенние ручьи». 34. Странствуя утром
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 34. Wandering at Morn Wandering at morn, Emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts, Yearning for thee harmonious Union! thee, singing bird divine! Thee coil’d in evil times my country, with craft and black […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 31. O Star of France [1870-71]. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 24. Из цикла «Осенние ручьи». 31. О Франции звезда (1870-1871)
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 31. O Star of France [1870-71] O star of France, The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame, Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long, Beseems to-day a wreck driven by the gale, a […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 27. Others May Praise What They Like. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 27. Others May Praise What They Like Others may praise what they like; But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else, Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Charles Harpur. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Charles Harpur Where Harpur lies, the rainy streams, And wet hill-heads, and hollows weeping, Are swift with wind, and white with gleams, And hoarse with sounds of storms unsleeping. Fit grave it is for one whose song Was […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Sitting by the Fire. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Sitting by the Fire Ah! the solace in the sitting, Sitting by the fire, When the wind without is calling And the fourfold clouds are falling, With the rain-racks intermitting, Over slope and spire. Ah! the solace in the […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Kindliness. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Kindliness When love has changed to kindliness – Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time’s an old god’s dream Nodding in heaven, and whisper stuff Seven million years were not enough To think on after, make it seem Less […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). The Voyage of Telegonus. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). The Voyage of Telegonus Ill fares it with the man whose lips are set To bitter themes and words that spite the gods; For, seeing how the son of Saturn sways With eyes and ears for all, this one […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Achan. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Achan (From “Jephthah”.) Hath he not followed a star through the darkness, Ye people who sit at the table of Jephthah? Oh! turn with the face to a light in the mountains, Behold it is further from Achan than […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Geraldine. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Geraldine My head is filled with olden rhymes beside this moaning sea, But many and many a day has gone since I was dear to thee! I know my passion fades away, and therefore oft regret That some who love […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Sunset. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Sunset It is better, O day, that you go to your rest, For you go like a guest who was loth to remain! Swing open, ye gates of the east and the west, And let out the wild shadows—the night […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Amongst the Roses. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Amongst the Roses I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot noon, On Etheline calling and calling! One said: “She will hear you and come to you soon, When the coolness, my brother, is falling.” But I whispered: “O Darling, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The Girl I Left Behind Me. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The Girl I Left Behind Me (New Words to an Old Air.) With sweet Regret—(the dearest thing that Yesterday has left us)— We often turn our homeless eyes to scenes whence Fate has reft us. Here sitting by a […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Drowned at Sea. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Drowned at Sea Gloomy cliffs, so worn and wasted with the washing of the waves, Are ye not like giant tombstones round those lonely ocean graves? Are ye not the sad memorials, telling of a mighty grief— Dark with records […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Bird-Catcher’s Boy. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Bird-Catcher’s Boy ‘Father, I fear your trade: Surely it’s wrong! Little birds limed and made Captive life-long. ‘Larks bruise and bleed in jail, Trying to rise; Every caged nightingale Soon pines and dies.’ ‘Don’t be a dolt, my boy! Birds […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Lady of Forebodings. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Lady of Forebodings ‘What do you so regret, my lady, Sitting beside me here? Are there not days as clear As this to come – ev’n shaped less shady?’ ‘O no,’ said she. ‘Come what delight To you, by voice or pen, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Premonitions. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Premonitions ‘The bell went heavy to-day At afternoon service, they say, And a screech-owl cried in the boughs, And a raven flew over the house, And Betty’s old clock with one hand, That’s worn out, as I understand, And never goes now, never […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Dawn. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Dawn (From the train between Bologna and Milan, second class.) Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ever: even yet A dim watch tells two hours, two aeons, more. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Paphian Ball. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Paphian Ball Another Christmas Experience of the Mellstock Quire We went our Christmas rounds once more, With quire and viols as theretofore. Our path was near by Rushy-Pond, Where Egdon-Heath outstretched beyond. There stood a figure against the moon, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The High-School Lawn. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The High-School Lawn Gray prinked with rose, White tipped with blue, Shoes with gay hose, Sleeves of chrome hue; Fluffed frills of white, Dark bordered light; Such shimmerings through Trees of emerald green are eyed This afternoon, from the road outside. They […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. To C.F.H.. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) To C.F.H. On Her Christening-Day Fair Caroline, I wonder what You think of earth as a dwelling-spot, And if you’d rather have come, or not? To-day has laid on you a name That, though unasked for, you will claim Lifelong, for […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. St. Dunstan’s. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) St. Dunstan’s DEDICATED TO SIR ARTHUR PEARSON I know a Temple filled with light, And whoso enters there– Feels suddenly that life is bright, Whatever his despair. A lustre from an unseen height Makes all the darkness fair. Within this Temple […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sonnets of Sorrow. 16. Oh, to wake once again with that old joy. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 16. Oh, to wake once again with that old joy Oh, to wake once again with that old joy, That consciousness of angels hovering near! Oh, for a shaft of light that would destroy This dark despondency, this nameless fear! […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sonnets of Sorrow. 22. Wild sorrow in my bosom has been raging. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 22. Wild sorrow in my bosom has been raging Wild sorrow in my bosom has been raging Wild war has torn the earth and stained the water. From homes of peace have men gone forth engaging In bitter conflict and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Songs from the Turret. 14. There was a bard all in the olden time. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Songs from the Turret. 14. There was a bard all in the olden time There was a bard all in the olden time, When bards were men to whom the world gave ear, And song an art the great gods deemed sublime, Who […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sonnets of Sorrow. 19. Full sixteen thousand million souls are here. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 19. Full sixteen thousand million souls are here Full sixteen thousand million souls are here Upon the earth, and yet not one or all Can rouse my old-time pleasure in this sphere Or from my shrouded heart remove the pall. […]