English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. In Grey Days. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) In Grey Days Measures of oil for others, Oil and red wine, Lips laugh and drink, but never Are the lips mine. Worlds at the feet of others, Power gods have known, Hearts for the favoured round me Mine beats, alone. […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Low Tide at St. Andrews. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Low Tide at St. Andrews (NEW BRUNSWICK) The long red flats stretch open to the sky, Breathing their moisture on the August air. The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers where The rocks give shelter that the sands deny; And wrapped in […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. My English Letter. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) My English Letter When each white moon, her lantern idly swinging, Comes out to join the star night-watching band, Across the grey-green sea, a ship is bringing For me a letter, from the Motherland. Naught would I care to live in […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Re-Voyage. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Re-Voyage What of the days when we two dreamed together? Days marvellously fair, As lightsome as a skyward floating feather Sailing on summer air - Summer, summer, that came drifting through Fate’s hand to me, to you. What of the days, […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Birds’ Lullaby. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Birds’ Lullaby I Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping With shadowy garments, the wilderness through; All day we have carolled, and now would be sleeping, So echo the anthems we warbled to you; While we swing, swing, And […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Homing Bee. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Homing Bee You are belted with gold, little brother of mine, Yellow gold, like the sun That spills in the west, as a chalice of wine When feasting is done. You are gossamer-winged, little brother of mine, Tissue winged, like […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Riders of the Plains. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Riders of the Plains Who is it lacks the knowledge? Who are the curs that dare To whine and sneer that they do not fear the whelps in the Lion’s lair? But we of the North will answer, while life in […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Music on Christmas Morning. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Music on Christmas Morning Music I love - but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse this pensive heart of mine - As that we hear on Christmas morn, Upon the wintry breezes borne. Though […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Trail to Lillooet. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Trail to Lillooet Sob of fall, and song of forest, come you here on haunting quest, Calling through the seas and silence, from God’s country of the west. Where the mountain pass is narrow, and the torrent white and strong, Down […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Through Time and Bitter Distance. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Through Time and Bitter Distance Unknown to you, I walk the cheerless shore. The cutting blast, the hurl of biting brine May freeze, and still, and bind the waves at war, Ere you will ever know, O! Heart of mine, That I […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Your Mirror Frame. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Your Mirror Frame Methinks I see your mirror frame, Ornate with photographs of them. Place mine therein, for, all the same, I’ll have my little laughs at them. For girls may come, and girls may go, I think I have the […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Fasting. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Fasting ‘Tis morning now, yet silently I stand, Uplift the curtain with a weary hand, Look out while darkness overspreads the way, And long for day. Calm peace is frighted with my mood to-night, Nor visits my dull chamber with her […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Christmastide. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Christmastide I may not go to-night to Bethlehem, Nor follow star-directed ways, nor tread The paths wherein the shepherds walked, that led To Christ, and peace, and God’s good will to men. I may not hear the Herald Angel’s song Peal […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Brier – Good Friday. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Brier – Good Friday Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm Bends back the brier that edges life’s long way, That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm, I do not feel the thorns so much to-day. Because I […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. At Half-Mast. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) At Half-Mast You didn’t know Billy, did you? Well, Bill was one of the boys, The greatest fellow you ever seen to racket an’ raise a noise, - An’ sing! say, you never heard singing ‘nless you heard Billy sing. I used […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. A Prodigal. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) A Prodigal My heart forgot its God for love of you, And you forgot me, other loves to learn; Now through a wilderness of thorn and rue Back to my God I turn. And just because my God forgets the past, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Under the Figtree. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Under the Figtree Like drifts of balm from cedared glens, those darling memories come, With soft low songs, and dear old tales, familiar to our home. Then breathe again that faint refrain, so tender, sad, and true, My soul turns […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Lurline. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Lurline (Inscribed to Madame Lucy Escott.) As you glided and glided before us that time, A mystical, magical maiden, We fancied we looked on a face from the clime Where the poets have builded their Aidenn! And oh, the […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Verses to a Child. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Verses to a Child 1 O raise those eyes to me again And smile again so joyously, And fear not, love; it was not pain Nor grief that drew these tears from me; Beloved child, thou canst not tell The thoughts that in […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The Fate of the Explorers. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The Fate of the Explorers (A Fragment) Set your face toward the darkness—tell of deserts weird and wide, Where unshaken woods are huddled, and low, languid waters glide; Turn and tell of deserts lonely, lying pathless, deep and vast, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The River and the Hill. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The River and the Hill And they shook their sweetness out in their sleep, On the brink of that beautiful stream, But it wandered along with a wearisome song Like a lover that walks in a dream: So the roses […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). In the Depths of a Forest. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). In the Depths of a Forest In the depths of a Forest secluded and wild, The night voices whisper in passionate numbers; And I’m leaning again, as I did when a child, O’er the grave where my father so quietly […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Watching. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Watching Like a beautiful face looking ever at me A pure bright moon cometh over the sea; And I stand on the crags, and hear the falls Go tumbling down, through the black river-walls; And the heart of the gorge […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Ella with the Shining Hair. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Ella with the Shining Hair Through many a fragrant cedar grove A darkened water moans; And there pale Memory stood with Love Amongst the moss-green stones. The shimmering sunlight fell and kissed The grasstree’s golden sheaves; But we were […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The Wild Kangaroo. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The Wild Kangaroo The rain-clouds have gone to the deep— The East like a furnace doth glow; And the day-spring is flooding the steep, And sheening the landscape below. Oh, ye who are gifted with souls That delight in the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Statue. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Statue A granite rock in the mountain side Gazed on the world and was satisfied. It watched the centuries come and go. It welcomed the sunlight, yet loved the snow. It grieved when the forest was forced to fall, Yet joyed when […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Soul of America. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Soul of America READ AT MADISON, WIS., ON THE TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE PILGRIM LANDING. And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet Centennial lays, My muse […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sonnets of Sorrow. 17. I who have sung so loud of God’s great power. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 17. I who have sung so loud of God’s great power I who have sung so loud of God’s great power, I who have loved Him with unswerving love, Cry vainly now, hour after torturing hour, And no response comes […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sonnets of Sorrow. 3. You were so wonderful with quiet faith. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 3. You were so wonderful with quiet faith You were so wonderful with quiet faith; Only the Saints and martyrs of the earth Held such unalterable high thoughts of death, As those which filled you from your hour of birth. […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Gloomily the Clouds. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) * * * Gloomily the clouds are sailing O’er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; Only I can hear it sweeping Heathclad hill and woodland dale, And at times the nights’s sad weeping Sounds above its […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Songs from the Turret. 4. Life is a ponderous lesson book, and Fate. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Songs from the Turret. 4. Life is a ponderous lesson book, and Fate Life is a ponderous lesson book, and Fate The teacher. When I came to love’s fair leaf My teacher turned the page and bade me wait. “Learn first,” she said, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Songs from the Turret. 9. Love is the source of all supreme delight. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Songs from the Turret. 9. Love is the source of all supreme delight Love is the source of all supreme delight, Love is the bitter fountain of despair; Who follows Love shall stand upon the height, Yet through the darkest depths, Love, too, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Reform. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Reform The time has come when men with hearts and brains Must rise and take the misdirected reins Of government; too long left in the hands Of aliens and of lackeys. He who stands And sees the mighty vehicle of State Hauled through […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Prince, Batting. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Prince, Batting As out of a cannon comes the ball! Quickly it flies to the human wall. Didn’t it go with a will and a whiz? How lovely it is! How lovely it is! Four to the east, and four to […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. A Boundary. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) A Boundary What nonsense, Charles! Though rather stiff, And foreign from the style of Twenty, There’s still enough of cricket stuff Remaining for the pastime. Plenty! Why, such a creed as now you preach Is only fit for scoffs and jeers; Wait till […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Philosophy. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Philosophy ‘Tis sometimes Fortune’s little joke With vinegar to brim the cup; And on the grass this fickle Lass Makes pennies come the wrong side up. But though a Head instead of Tail Is sure to greet my anxious call, ‘Tis better to […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Doctor Cricket. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Doctor Cricket Dear Tom, I do not like your look, Your brows are (see the poets) bent; You’re biting hard on Tedium’s hook, You’re jaundiced, crumpled, footled, spent. What’s worse, so mischievous your state You have no pluck to try and trick it. […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. A Wigging. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) A Wigging “To throw your hands above your head And wring your mouth in piteous wise Is not a plan,” the Captain said, “With which I sympathise. And with your eyes to ape a duck That’s dying in a thunderstorm, Because you deprecate […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Golden Game. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Golden Game If ever there was a Golden Game To brace the nerves, to cure repining, To put the Dumps to flight and shame, It’s Cricket when the sun is shining! Gentlemen, toss the foolscap by, Gentlemen, change from books to leather! […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Oiling. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Oiling (A Song In and Out of Season.) Excuse me, Sweetheart, if I smear, With wisdom learnt from ancient teachers, Now winter time once more is here, This grease upon your lengthy features! Behaving thus, your loyal friend No whit encourages […]