English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Masquerade. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Masquerade Look in the eyes of trouble with a smile, Extend your hand and do not be afraid. ‘Tis but a friend who comes to masquerade. And test your faith and courage for awhile. Fly, and he follows fast with threat […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Silent Tragedy. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Silent Tragedy The deepest tragedies of life are not Put into books, or acted on the stage. Nay, they are lived in silence, by tense hearts In homes, among dull unperceiving kin, And thoughtless friends, who make a whip of words Wherewith […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Shadows. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Shadows I am sorry in the gladness Of the joys that crown my days, For the souls that sit in sadness Or walk uninviting ways. On the radiance of my labour That a loving fate bestowed, Falls the shadow of my neighbour, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sapphires. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sapphires Lost rays of light that wandered off alone And down through space were hurled From that great sapphire sun beyond our own Pale, puny little world. Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems: The Phantom Ball The Giddy Girl The Awakening (I love the […]
English Poetry. William Allingham. Amy Margaret’s Five Year Old. Вильям Аллингам.
William Allingham (Вильям Аллингам) * * * Amy Margaret’s five years old, Amy Margaret’s hair is gold, Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret. “Amy” is friend, is “Margaret” The pearl for crown or carkanet? Or peeping daisy, summer’s pet? Which are you, Amy Margaret? A friend, a […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. To a Caotive Crane. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) To a Caotive Crane Ho, brother! Art thou prisoned too? Is thy heart hot with restless pain? I heard the call thy bugle blew Here by the bleak and chilling main (Whilst round me shaven parks are spread And cindered drives wind on and […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. Magic. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) Magic Within my hand I hold A piece of lichen-spotted stone— Each fleck red-gold— And with closed eyes I hear the moan Of solemn winds round naked crags Of Colorado’s mountains. The snow Lies deep about me. Gray and old Hags of cedars, gaunt […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. The Meadow Lark. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) The Meadow Lark A BRAVE little bird that fears not God, A voice that breaks from the snow-wet clod With prophecy of sunny sod, Set thick with wind-waved goldenrod. From the first bare clod in the raw, cold spring, From the last bare […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. Pioneers. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) Pioneers THEY rise to mastery of wind and snow; They go like soldiers grimly into strife To colonize the plain. They plough and sow, And fertilize the sod with their own life, As did the Indian and the buffalo. Hamlin Garland’s other poems: The […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. A Wish. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) A Wish ALL day and many days I rode, My horse’s head set toward the sea; And as I rode a longing came to me That I might keep the sunset road, Riding my horse right on and on, O’ertake the day still […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. The Toil of the Trail. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) The Toil of the Trail What have I gained by the toil of the trail? I know and know well. I have found once again the lore I had lost In the loud city’s hell. I have broadened my hand to the cinch […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. Do You Fear the Wind. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) Do You Fear the Wind Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane: The palms of your hands […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 25. Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 25. Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice, Be not dishearten’d, affection shall solve the problems of freedom yet, Those who love each other shall become invincible, They shall yet make Columbia […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 24. Dirge for Two Veterans. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 24. Dirge for Two Veterans The last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath, On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking, Down a new-made double grave. Lo, the moon ascending, Up from the east the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 23. Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 23. Дай мне великолепное безмолвное солнце
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 23. Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun 1 Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling, Give me autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard, Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows, […]
English Poetry. William Allingham. Abbey Assaroe. Вильям Аллингам.
William Allingham (Вильям Аллингам) Abbey Assaroe Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The carven-stones lie scatter’d in briar and nettle-bed! The only feet are those that come at burial of the dead. A little rocky […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 21. The Wound-Dresser. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 21. Врачеватель ран
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 21. The Wound-Dresser 1 An old man bending I come among new faces, Years looking backward resuming in answer to children, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me, (Arous’d and angry, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 19. Not the Pilot. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 19. Как штурман
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 19. Not the Pilot Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back and many times baffled; Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long, By deserts parch’d, snows chill’d, rivers wet, perseveres […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 18. As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 18. Когда я скитался в Виргинских лесах
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 18. As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods As toilsome I wander’d Virginia’s woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick’d by my feet, (for ’twas autumn,) I mark’d at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier; […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Araluen. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Araluen River, myrtle rimmed, and set Deep amongst unfooted dells— Daughter of grey hills of wet, Born by mossed and yellow wells; Now that soft September lays Tender hands on thee and thine, Let me think of blue-eyed […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). The Warrigal. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). The Warrigal The warrigal’s lair is pent in bare, Black rocks at the gorge’s mouth; It is set in ways where Summer strays With the sprites of flame and drouth; But when the heights are touched with lights Of […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Ghost Glen. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Ghost Glen “Shut your ears, stranger, or turn from Ghost Glen now, For the paths are grown over, untrodden by men now; Shut your ears, stranger,” saith the grey mother, crooning Her sorcery runic, when sets the half-moon in. […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Passing Away. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Passing Away The spirit of beautiful faces, The light on the forehead of Love, And the spell of past visited places, And the songs and the sweetness thereof; These, touched by a hand that is hoary; These, vext with a tune […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Deniehy’s Lament. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Deniehy’s Lament Spirit of Loveliness! Heart of my heart! Flying so far from me, Heart of my heart! Above the eastern hill, I know the red leaves thrill, But thou art distant still, Heart of my heart! Sinning, I’ve searched […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Lost in the Flood. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Lost in the Flood When God drave the ruthless waters From our cornfields to the sea, Came she where our wives and daughters Sobbed their thanks on bended knee. Hidden faces! there ye found her Mute as death, and staring wild […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Foreshadowings. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Foreshadowings Fifteen miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand, Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native land! Close-reefed topsails shuddering over, straining down the groaning mast; For a tempest cleaves the darkness, hissing, howling, shrieking […]
English Poetry. William Morris. The Haystack in the Floods. Уильям Моррис.
William Morris (Уильям Моррис) The Haystack in the Floods Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain That her own eyes might see him slain Beside the haystack in the floods? Along […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall To-night the sea sends up a gulf-like sound, And ancient rhymes are ringing in my head, The many lilts of song we sang and said, My friend and brother, when we journeyed round Our haunts […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Astarte. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Astarte Across the dripping ridges, O, look, luxurious night! She comes, the bright-haired beauty, My luminous delight! My luminous delight! So hush, ye shores, your roar, That my soul may sleep, forgetting Dead Love’s wild Nevermore! Astarte, Syrian sister, Your […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). The Far Future. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). The Far Future Australia, advancing with rapid winged stride, Shall plant among nations her banners in pride, The yoke of dependence aside she will cast, And build on the ruins and wrecks of the Past. Her flag on the tempest will […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). At Her Window. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). At Her Window To-night a strong south wind in thunder sings Across the city. Now by salt wet flats, And ridges perished with the breath of drought, Comes up a deep, sonorous, gulf-like voice— Far-travelled herald of some distant storm— That […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). Sydney Harbour. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). Sydney Harbour Where Hornby, like a mighty fallen star, Burns through the darkness with a splendid ring Of tenfold light, and where the awful face Of Sydney’s northern headland stares all night O’er dark, determined waters from the east, From year […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Low Tide. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Low Tide The sea came wooing in mad male fashion; The strand like a maiden was shy as fair. He fell at her feet with a cry of passion, And flung out his arms to clasp her there. He swore to be […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Love and the Seasons. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Love and the Seasons SPRING A sudden softness in the wind; A glint of song, a-wing; A fragrant sound that trails behind, And joy in everything. A sudden flush upon the cheek, The teardrop quick to start; A hope too delicate […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Lippo. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Lippo Now we must part, my Lippo, even so, I grieve to see thy sudden pained surprise; Gaze not on me with such accusing eyes— ‘Twas thine own hand which dealt dear Love’s death-blow. I loved thee fondly yesterday. Till then Thy […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Life and Death. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Life and Death Three days agone, and she was here: Her light step on the stair was springing. Her sweet voice fell upon my ear; (She mocked the thrushes in her singing.) The billows of her long, bright hair Fell round her, in […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Land of Nowhere. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Land of Nowhere Do you know where the summer blooms all the year ’round, Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day? Where the thornless rose in its beauty blows And little boys never are called from play? Then, oh! hey! […]
English Poetry. William Morris. A Garden by the Sea. Уильям Моррис.
William Morris (Уильям Моррис) A Garden by the Sea I KNOW a little garden-close, Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy morn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering. And though within it no birds sing, […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. The Last of the Flock. Уильям Вордсворт. Последний из стада
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) The Last of the Flock I In distant countries have I been, And yet I have not often seen A healthy man, a man full grown, Weep in the public roads, alone. But such a one, on English ground, And in the broad […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Ogre Slam-the-Door. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Ogre Slam-the-Door There is a certain castle that is beautiful and fair, And plants, and birds, and pretty things, fill every room and hall, But alas! for the unhappy folks who make their dwelling there, A dreadful ogre haunts the house and […]