English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Alexander And Zenobia. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Alexander And Zenobia Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy the flowers And cloudless the heavens above. It was Arabia’s distant land And peaceful was the hour; Two youthful figures lay […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. On the Pre-Reformation Churches about Oxford. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) On the Pre-Reformation Churches about Oxford Imperial Iffley, Cumnor bowered in green, And Templar Sandford in the boatman’s call, And sweet-belled Appleton, and Marcham wall That dost upon adoring ivies lean; Meek Binsey; Dorchester, where streams convene Bidding on graves thy solemn […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Ad Antiquarium. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Ad Antiquarium My gentle Aubrey, who in everything Hadst of thy city’s youth so lovely lust, Yet never lineal to her towers august Thy spirit could fix, or perfectly upbring, Sleep, sleep! I ope, not unremembering, Thy comely manuscript, and, interthrust, Find […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. The Old Dial of Corpus. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) The Old Dial of Corpus Warden of hours and ages, here I dwell, Who saw young Keble pass, with sighing shook For good unborn; and, towards a willow nook, Pole, princely in the senate and the cell; And doubting the near boom […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. York Stairs. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) York Stairs Many a musing eye returns to thee, Against the formal street disconsolate, Who kept in green domains thy bridal state, With young tide-waters leaping at thy knee; And lest the ravening smoke, and enmity Corrode thee quite, thy lover sighs, […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. A Porch in Belgravia. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) A Porch in Belgravia When, after dawn, the lordly houses hide Till you fall foul of it, some piteous guest, (Some girl the damp stones gather to their breast, Her gold hair rough, her rebel garment wide, Who sleeps, with all that […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. In the Reading-Room of the British Museum. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) In the Reading-Room of the British Museum Praised be the moon of books! that doth above A world of men, the sunken Past behold, And colour spaces else too void and cold, To make a very heaven again thereof; As when the […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Doves. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Doves Ah, if man’s boast and man’s advance be vain! And yonder bells of Bow, loud-echoing home, And the lone Tree, foreknow it, and the Dome, That monstrous island of the middle main; If each inheritor must sink again Under his sires, […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Saint Peter-ad-Vincula. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Saint Peter-ad-Vincula Too well I know, pacing the place of awe, Three queens, young save in trouble, moulder by; More in his halo, Monmouth’s mocking eye, The eagle Essex in a harpy’s claw; Seymour and Dudley, and stout heads that saw Sundown […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. On First Entering Westminster Abbey. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) On First Entering Westminster Abbey Holy of England! since my light is short And faint, O rather by the sun anew Of timeless passion set my dial true, That with thy saints and thee I may consort; And wafted in the cool […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 18. To a Common Prostitute. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 24. Из цикла «Осенние ручьи». 18. Уличной проститутке
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 18. To a Common Prostitute Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you […]
English Poetry. Emily Jane Brontë. Last Lines. Эмили Бронте.
Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте) Last Lines NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven’s glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life–that in me has rest, As I–undying […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 17. Laws for Creations. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 24. Из цикла «Осенние ручьи». 17. Законы творения
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 17. Laws for Creations Laws for creations, For strong artists and leaders, for fresh broods of teachers and perfect literats for America, For noble savans and coming musicians. All must have reference to the ensemble of the world, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 16. You Felons on Trial in Courts. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 24. Из цикла «Осенние ручьи». 16. Вы, преступники, судимые в судах
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 16. You Felons on Trial in Courts You felons on trial in courts, You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain’d and handcuff’d with iron, Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison? […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 15. To Him That Was Crucified. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 15. To Him That Was Crucified My spirit to yours dear brother, Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you, I do not sound your name, but I understand you, I specify you with […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 6. Apparitions. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 6. Apparitions A vague mist hanging ’round half the pages: (Sometimes how strange and clear to the soul, That all these solid things are indeed but apparitions, concepts, non-realities.) Walt Whitman’s other poems: Leaves of Grass. 35. […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 2. Paumanok. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 2. Paumanok Sea-beauty! stretch’d and basking! One side thy inland ocean laving, broad, with copious commerce, steamers, sails, And one the Atlantic’s wind caressing, fierce or gentle—mighty hulls dark-gliding in the distance. Isle of sweet brooks of […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 16. After the Dazzle of Day. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 16. Когда кончается ослепительность дня
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 16. After the Dazzle of Day After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars; After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 2. Faces. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 2. Faces 1 Sauntering the pavement or riding the country by-road, faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality, The spiritual-prescient face, the always welcome common benevolent face, The face of the singing of […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 1. As the Time Draws Nigh. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 1. As the Time Draws Nigh As the time draws nigh glooming a cloud, A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me. I shall go forth, I shall traverse the States awhile, but I […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 7. Assurances. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 7. Assurances I need no assurances, I am a man who is preoccupied of his own soul; I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and face I am cognizant of, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 9. That Music Always Round Me. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 9. That Music Always Round Me That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long untaught I did not hear, But now the chorus I hear and am elated, A tenor, strong, ascending with power and […]
English Poetry. Emily Jane Brontë. High Waving Heather ‘Neath Stormy Blasts Bending. Эмили Бронте.
Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте) * * * High waving heather ‘neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending, Man’s spirit away from its drear dungeon sending, Bursting the fetters and breaking the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 28. The Sleepers. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 28. The Sleepers 1 I wander all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers, Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 14. Vocalism. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 24. Из цикла «Осенние ручьи». 14. Музыкальность
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 14. Vocalism 1 Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine power to speak words; Are you full-lung’d and limber-lipp’d from long trial? from vigorous practice? from physique? Do you move in these broad lands as broad as […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. When George Was King. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) When George Was King Cards, and swords, and a lady’s love, That is a tale worth reading, An insult veiled, a downcast glove, And rapiers leap unheeding. And ’tis O! for the brawl, The thrust, the fall, And the foe at your […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Train Dogs. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Train Dogs Out of the night and the north; Savage of breed and of bone, Shaggy and swift comes the yelping band, Freighters of fur from the voiceless land That sleeps in the Arctic zone. Laden with skins from the […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Sleeping Giant. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Sleeping Giant (THUNDER BAY, LAKE SUPERIOR) When did you sink to your dreamless sleep Out there in your thunder bed? Where the tempests sweep, And the waters leap, And the storms rage overhead. Were you lying there on your […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. The Flight of the Crows. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) The Flight of the Crows The autumn afternoon is dying o’er The quiet western valley where I lie Beneath the maples on the river shore, Where tinted leaves, blue waters and fair sky Environ all; and far above some birds are flying […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. As Red Men Die. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) As Red Men Die Captive! Is there a hell to him like this? A taunt more galling than the Huron’s hiss? He – proud and scornful, he – who laughed at law, He – scion of the deadly Iroquois, He – the […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Autumn’s Orchestra. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Autumn’s Orchestra (INSCRIBED TO ONE BEYOND SEAS) Know by the thread of music woven through This fragile web of cadences I spin, That I have only caught these songs since you Voiced them upon your haunting violin. THE OVERTURE […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Close By. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Close By So near at hand (our eyes o’erlooked its nearness In search of distant things) A dear dream lay – perchance to grow in dearness Had we but felt its wings Astir. The air our very breathing fanned It was so […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Moonset. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Moonset Idles the night wind through the dreaming firs, That waking murmur low, As some lost melody returning stirs The love of long ago; And through the far, cool distance, zephyr fanned. The moon is sinking into shadow-land. The troubled night-bird, […]
English Poetry. Emily Jane Brontë. Come Hither, Child. Эмили Бронте.
Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте) * * * Come hither, child–who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me, Thoughts that I would–but cannot quell? Nay, chide not, lady; long ago I heard those notes in Ula’s […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Silhouette. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Silhouette The sky-line melts from russet into blue, Unbroken the horizon, saving where A wreath of smoke curls up the far, thin air, And points the distant lodges of the Sioux. Etched where the lands and cloudlands touch and die A […]
English Poetry. Emily Pauline Johnson. Penseroso. Эмили Полин Джонсон.
Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон) Penseroso Soulless is all humanity to me To-night. My keenest longing is to be Alone, alone with God’s grey earth that seems Pulse of my pulse and consort of my dreams. To-night my soul desires no fellowship, Or fellow-being; crave I […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Conversation Galante. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Conversation Galante I observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John’s balloon Or an old battered lantern hung aloft To light poor travellers to their distress.” She then: “How you digress!” And I […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Morning at the Window. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Morning at the Window They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates. The brown waves of fog toss up to […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Rhapsody on a Windy Night. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Rhapsody on a Windy Night Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Disolve the floors of memory And all its clear relations, Its divisions and precisions, Every street lamp that I pass Beats […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Ellen Ray. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Ellen Ray A quiet song for Ellen— The patient Ellen Ray, A dreamer in the nightfall, A watcher in the day. The wedded of the sailor Who keeps so far away: A shadow on his forehead For patient Ellen […]