English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Serious Ballade. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Serious Ballade Written in 1645. I Love my King and Countrey well, Religion and the Laws, Which I’m mad at the heart that e’re we did sell, To buy the good Old Cause. These unnatural wars, And brotherly jars, Are no delight […]
English Poetry. Philip Sidney. Thou Blind Man’s Mark. Филип Сидни.
Philip Sidney (Филип Сидни) * * * Thou blind man’s mark, thou fool’s self chosen snare, Fond fancy’s scum, and dregs of scatter’d thought, Band of all evils, cradle of causeless care, Thou web of will,whose end is never wrought. Desire, desire I have too dearly bought, […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. A Pastoral Elegy, on the Death of Jackson, the Musical Composer. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) A Pastoral Elegy, on the Death of Jackson, the Musical Composer O Shepherds! ’tis CORYDON’S knell, That, sounding, now saddens the wind: When he bade us for ever farewell, He left not an equal behind. How often ye dwelt on his strain, That […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. Pastoral Ballad. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) Pastoral Ballad The Swains and the Virgins so gay Resort to my fountains and groves; Joy follows wherever they stray, And my vales seem the Court of the Loves. But with wonder they mark me forlorn, ‘Mid fountains and valleys so fair— Ah! […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. Karn-brae, a Druid Ode. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) Karn-brae, a Druid Ode While Nature slumbers in the Shade, And Cynthia cloth’d in paly Light, Walks her lone Way, the Mount I tread, Majestic mid the gloom of Night! With rev’rence to the lofty Hill I bow, Whence Wisdom, Virtue, taught their Founts […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Seeing the Hon. Wm. R. Maule of Panmure Driving away in His Fine and Elegant Phaeton on the Race Ground at Tinwald Downs, October, 1794. Роберт Бернс. Достопочтенному Уильяму Молю оф Пенмур, который промчался мимо меня в прекрасном, элегантном фаэтоне, направляясь на скачки в Тинвольд-Дауне в октябре 1797 года
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Seeing the Hon. Wm. R. Maule of Panmure Driving away in His Fine and Elegant Phaeton on the Race Ground at Tinwald Downs, October, 1794 Thou Fool, in thy phaeton towering, Art proud when that phaeton is prais’d? ’Tis the pride of […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 4. To the Man-of-War-Bird. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 19. Из цикла «Морские течения». 4. Птице фрегату
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 4. To the Man-of-War-Bird Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew’d on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended’st, And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee,) Now a […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 18. A Broadway Pageant. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 18. A Broadway Pageant 1 Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come, Courteous, the swart-cheek’d two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive, Ride to-day through Manhattan. Libertad! I do not know whether others behold what […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 7. With Antecedents. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 7. With Antecedents 1 With antecedents, With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages, With all which, had it not been, I would not now be here, as I am, With Egypt, India, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Narrara Creek. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Narrara Creek (Written in the shadow of 1872) From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms, Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms— From the home of bold echoes, whose voices of wonder Fly […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Clari. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Clari Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife Is the Beauty you showed me this morning: Nor yet have I found the sweet dream of my life, And good-bye to the sneering and scorning. Would you have […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Waiting and Wishing. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Waiting and Wishing I loiter by this surging sea, Here, by this surging, sooming sea, Here, by this wailing, wild-faced sea, Dreaming through the dreamy night; Yearning for a strange delight! Will it ever, ever, ever fly to me, By […]
English Poetry. Philip Sidney. Sonnet 101. Stella Is Sick. Филип Сидни. Сонет 101. Хворает Стелла
Philip Sidney (Филип Сидни) Sonnet 101. Stella Is Sick Stella is sick, and in that sickbed lies Sweetness, which breathes and pants as oft as she: And Grace, sick too, such fine conclusions tries That Sickness brags itself best grac’d to be. Beauty is sick, but sick […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The Curlew Song. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The Curlew Song The viewless blast flies moaning past, Away to the forest trees, Where giant pines and leafless vines Bend ‘neath the wandering breeze! From ferny streams, unearthly screams Are heard in the midnight blue; As afar they roam […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Bellambi’s Maid. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Bellambi’s Maid Amongst the thunder-splintered caves On Ocean’s long and windy shore, I catch the voice of dying waves Below the ridges old and hoar; The spray descends in silver showers, And lovely whispers come and go, Like echoes from […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Footfalls. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Footfalls The embers were blinking and clinking away, The casement half open was thrown; There was nothing but cloud on the skirts of the Day, And I sat on the threshold alone! And said to the river which flowed […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Song of the Cattle-Hunters. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Song of the Cattle-Hunters While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams, And the water-pools flash in its glow, Down the ridges we fly, with a loud ringing cry— Down the ridges and gullies we go! And the cattle […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Aileen. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Aileen A splendid sun betwixt the trees Long spikes of flame did shoot, When turning to the fragrant South, With longing eyes and burning mouth, I stretched a hand athwart the drouth, And plucked at cooling fruit. So thirst […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Kiama. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Kiama Towards the hills of Jamberoo Some few fantastic shadows haste, Uplit with fires Like castle spires Outshining through a mirage waste. Behold, a mournful glory sits On feathered ferns and woven brakes, Where sobbing wild like restless child The […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Johnson’s Opinion of Hampden. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма по поводу мнения Джонсона о Гемпдене
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Johnson’s Opinion of Hampden For shame! Let Folly and Knavery Freedom oppose: ’Tis suicide, Genius, To mix with her foes. Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма по поводу мнения Джонсона о Гемпдене Глумятся над свободой наглый вор Мошенник и правитель-кровопийца, Но […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Tree of Liberty. Роберт Бернс. Дерево Свободы
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Tree of Liberty 1. Heard ye o’ the Tree o’ France, And wat ye what’s the name o’t? Around it a’ the patriots dance – Weel Europe kens the fame o’t! It stands where ance the Bastile stood […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Tailor. Роберт Бернс. Портной
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Tailor 1. The tailor he cam here to sew, And weel he kend the way to woo, For ay he pree’d the lassie’s mou’, As he gaed but and ben, O. For weel he kend the way, O, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Sonnet Upon Sonnets. Роберт Бернс. Сонет о сонете
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Sonnet Upon Sonnets Fourteen, a sonneteer thy praises sings; What magic myst’ries in that number lie! Your hen hath fourteen eggs beneath her wings That fourteen chickens to the roost may fly. Fourteen full pounds the jockey’s stone […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 6. Year of Meteors [1859-60]. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 17. Из цикла «Перелетные птицы». 6. Год метеоров (1859-1860)
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 6. Year of Meteors [1859-60] Year of meteors! brooding year! I would bind in words retrospective some of your deeds and signs, I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad, I would sing how an old […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 4. France [the 18th Year of these States]. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 17. Из цикла «Перелетные птицы». 4. Франция (18-й год наших Штатов)
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 4. France [the 18th Year of these States] A great year and place A harsh discordant natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother’s heart closer than any yet. I walk’d the shores of my Eastern sea, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 3. To You. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 17. Из цикла «Перелетные птицы». 3. Тебе
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 3. To You Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 16. A Song of the Rolling Earth. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 16. A Song of the Rolling Earth 1 A song of the rolling earth, and of words according, Were you thinking that those were the words, those upright lines? those curves, angles, dots? No, those are not the words, the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 2. Pioneers! O Pioneers!. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 17. Из цикла «Перелетные птицы». 2. Пионеры! О пионеры!
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 2. Pioneers! O Pioneers! Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 15. A Song for Occupations. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 15. Песня разных профессий
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 15. A Song for Occupations 1 A song for occupations! In the labor of engines and trades and the labor of fields I find the developments, And find the eternal meanings. Workmen and Workwomen! Were all educations practical and […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 14. Song of the Redwood-Tree. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 14. Song of the Redwood-Tree 1 A California song, A prophecy and indirection, a thought impalpable to breathe as air, A chorus of dryads, fading, departing, or hamadryads departing, A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 13. Song of the Exposition. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 13. Song of the Exposition 1 (Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God, The loving Laborer through space and time.) After all not to create only, or found only, But to bring […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. God Rules Alway. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) God Rules Alway Into the world’s most high and holy places Men carry selfishness, and graft and greed. The air is rent with warring of the races; Loud Dogmas drown a brother’s cry of need. The Fleet-of-Creeds, upon Time’s ocean lurches; And there […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. England, Awake!. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) England, Awake! A beautiful great lady, past her prime, Behold her dreaming in her easy chair; Gray robed, and veiled, in laces old and rare, Her smiling eyes see but the vanished time, Of splendid prowess, and of deeds sublime. Self satisfied she […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. A Coronal. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) A Coronal With his songs and her days to his lady and to love Violets and leaves of vine, Into a frail, fair wreath We gather and entwine: A wreath for Love to wear, Fragrant as his own breath, To crown […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Devils. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Devils God made man and man made devils– All of earth’s evils Are shaped and moulded by mortal thought Carelessly fashioned or carefully wrought, Life after life and time on time, Thought-forms grow into creatures of crime, Roaming about in the Regions of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Dawn. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Dawn Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn; Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light Kisses the languid lips of Night, Ere she can rise and hasten on. All glowing from his dreamless rest He holds her closely to his breast, Warm lip to […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Canada. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Canada England, father and mother in one, Look on your stalwart son. Sturdy and strong, with the valour of youth, Where is another so lusty? Coated and mailed, with the armour of truth, Where is another so trusty? Flesh of your flesh, and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Bedlam Town. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Bedlam Town Do you want to peep into Bedlam Town? Then come with me, when the day swings down, Into the cradle, whose rockers rim, Some people call the horizon dim. All the mischief of all the fates Seems to center in […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Ballade of the Unborn Dead. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Ballade of the Unborn Dead They walked the valley of the dead; Lit by a weird half light; No sound they made, no word they said; And they were pale with fright. Then suddenly from unseen places came Loud laughter, that was […]