English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 11. Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 11. Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me? Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 10. When I Heard at the Close of the Day. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 10. Когда я услыхал к концу дня
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 10. When I Heard at the Close of the Day When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The New Knight Errant. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The New Knight Errant 1. OF Gyants and Knights, & their wonderful fights, We have stories enough in Romances; But I’ll tell you one new, that is strange and yet true, Though t’ other are nothing but fancies. 2. A Knight […]
English Poetry. John Newton. A Brand Plucked Out Of The Fire. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) A Brand Plucked Out Of The Fire With Satan, my accuser, near My spirit trembled when I saw The Lord in majesty appear, And heart the language of the law. In vain I wish’d and strove to hide The tatter’d, filthy rags I […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On a Butchers Dog That Bit a Commanders Mare, That Stood to Be Knight of a Shire. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On a Butchers Dog That Bit a Commanders Mare, That Stood to Be Knight of a Shire 1. ALL you that for Parliament Members do stand, For County, Burrough, or City; Listen now to my song, which is doleful for, and A lamentable […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Beauty. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Beauty I gazed upon thy face—-and beating life, Once stilled its sleepless pulses in my breast And every thought whose being was a strife Each in its silent chamber sank to rest; I was not, save it were a thought of thee, The world […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Barberry-Bush. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Barberry-Bush The bush that has most briers and bitter fruit Waits till the frost has turned its green leaves red, Its sweetened berries will thy palate suit, And thou mayst find e’en there a homely bread; Upon the hills of Salem scattered wide, […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. To the Hummingbird. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) To the Hummingbird I cannot heal thy green gold breast, Where deep those cruel teeth have prest, Nor bid thee raise thy ruffled crest, And seek thy mate, Who sits alone within thy nest, Nor sees thy fate. No more with him in […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. He Gave Me No Meat. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) He Gave Me No Meat My brother, I am hungry,—give me food Such as my Father gives me at his board; He has for many years been to thee good, Thou canst a morsel then to me afford; I do not ask of thee […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Love. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Love I asked of Time to tell me where was Love; He pointed to her foot-steps on the snow, Where first the angel lighted from above, And bid me note the way and onward go; Through populous streets of cities spreading wide, By lonely […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Dead. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Dead I see them crowd on crowd they walk the earth Dry, leafless trees no Autumn wind laid bare, And in their nakedness find cause for mirth, And all unclad would winter’s rudeness dare; No sap doth through their clattering branches flow, Whence […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Thy Brother’s Blood. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Thy Brother’s Blood I have no Brother—they who meet me now Offer a hand with their own will defiled, And while they wear a smooth unwrinkled brow, Know not that Truth can never be beguiled; Go wash the hand that still betrays thy guilt; […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Grave Yard. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Grave Yard My heart grows sick before the wide-spread death, That walks and speaks in seeming life around; And I would love the corse without a breath, That sleeps forgotten ‘neath the cold, cold ground; For these do tell the story of decay, […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Spirit Land. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Spirit Land Written within six weeks of Very’s return from staying in an insane asylum Father! thy wonders do not singly stand, Not far removed where feet have seldom strayed; Around us ever lies the enchanted land In marvels rich to […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Lines and Squares. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Lines and Squares Whenever I walk in a London street, I’m ever so careful to watch my feet; And I keep in the squares, And the masses of bears, Who wait at the corners all ready to eat The sillies who tread […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 40. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 40 The skies, the skies reclaim us. Earth dissolved, God’s will prevails now sole. As when o’er vast And shoreward flats at murkiest noon of night, No single element, not high heaven, not earth, Not sea is visible; one wide […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 18.2. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 18.2 Student. Yes! Experience of an age may yield an hour’s Contentment; of an hour, an age’s awe. Festus. ‘Tis nature’s silent miracles most convince, Most bless, most elevate the soul. Helen. And yet While doubtless, these experiences […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 18.1. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 18.1 Graced by sweet promise plight on lunar plains, And ‘gainst all ill armoured by spirit divine, Our seeker of soul’s holy mysteries, lift By spiritual hand from earth’s gross vanities; From cruel lies of false creeds; from all taint […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – Proem. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – Proem This time is equal to all time that’s gone Of like extent, nor heeds to hide its face Before the future: each is missioned here To ends like worthy of its sender, God. Him therefore let us bless too, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – Dedication. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – Dedication MY FATHER! unto thee to whom I owe All that I am, all that I have and can; Who madest me in thyself the sum of man In all its generous aims and powers to know, These first–fruits bring […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 39. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 39 Much of the passed is prophecy; and now, All done, ambition earns his wage, earth’s throne, Throne than all empires wider: proof and prize Indisputable of peace. A social change Being wrought, with that like vast in nature’s prime, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 25. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 25 Our story binds us still for a while to earth, And sea all agèd, gray at once with years, And green with youth. Oft those unhappiest have Their heart’s desire in dreams; we dreaming that Not seldom shall befal […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 37. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 37 Not on one plane indeviable, the soul Makes way, but moonlike waveringly as though Not to advance for a time content; the while Urged by interior fate to compass heaven Pauseless; the spirit’s instruction still proceeds; And God’s original […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. From a Full Heart. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) From a Full Heart In days of peace my fellow-men Rightly regarded me as more like A Bishop than a Major-Gen., And nothing since has made me warlike; But when this agelong struggle ends And I have seen the Allies dish up […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 32. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 32 God only can heal the bruised spirit, and yield Peace. By the overthrown altar of a fane, Foundation shattered, which from faith to faith Translate, e’er consecrate still stands, we join In mystic worship secretly. Let us trust All, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 27. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 27 Count not the ripples upon life’s stream, our days; Nor eddying errors as a change misdeem Of current; mark thou wiselier, the main flow Of ever Godward being. The hand supreme Outreaching all, guides to a term unthought. Contrition […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 23.2. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 23.2 Student. Hear her! Helen. What said ye, sing again? Your kindness well Merits the raptures you are doomed to enjoy. The rose is weeping for her love, The nightingale; And he is flying fast above, To her he will […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. There Came a Piper out o’ Fife. Роберт Бернс. «Пришёл из Файфа музыкант…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * There came a piper out o’ Fife, I watna what they ca’d him; He play’d our cousin Kate a spring When fient a body bade him; And aye the mair he hotch’d an’ blew, The mair that she forbade him. Перевод […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Last Braw Bridal That I Was at. Роберт Бернс. «Как раз под Праздник Всех Святых…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * THE last braw bridal that I was at, ’Twas on a Hallowmass day, And there was routh o’ drink and fun, And mickle mirth and play. The bells they rang, and the carlins sang, And the dames danced in the ha’; […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Jenny M’Craw, She Has Ta’en to the Heather. Роберт Бернс. «С Дженни Маккро мы отправились в ригу…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * JENNY M’Craw, she has ta’en to the heather, Say, was it the covenant carried her thither; Jenny M’Craw to the mountains is gane, Their leagues and their covenants a’ she has ta’en My head and my heart, now, quo’ she, are […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Gie My Love Brose, Brose. Роберт Бернс. «Овсянки дай да маслица…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O gie my love brose, brose, Gie my love brose and butter; For nane in Carrick or Kyle Can please a lassie better. The lav’rock lo’es the grass, The muirhen lo’es the heather; But gie me a braw moonlight, And me […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Ye Hae Lien A’ Wrang, Lassie. Роберт Бернс. «Ты не с тем, не с тем пошла…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * Ye hae lien a’ wrang, lassie, Ye’ve lien a’ wrang; Ye’ve lien in an unco bed, And wi’ a fremit man. O ance ye danced upon the knowes, And ance ye lightly sang – But in herrying o’ a bee byke, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The Maid of Gerringong. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The Maid of Gerringong Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast, With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past, And, beneath the shaggy forelands, strange fantastic forms of surf Fly, like wild hounds, at […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Us Two. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Us Two Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh, There’s always Pooh and Me. Whatever I do, he wants to do, “Where are you going today?” says Pooh: “Well, that’s very odd ‘cos I was too. Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he. […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Ulmarra. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Ulmarra Alone—alone! With a heart like a stone, She maketh her moan At the feet of the trees, With her face on her knees, And her hair streaming over; Wildly, and wildly, and wildly; For she misses the tracks of […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Orara. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Orara The strong sob of the chafing stream That seaward fights its way Down crags of glitter, dells of gleam, Is in the hills to-day. But far and faint, a grey-winged form Hangs where the wild lights wane— […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Cooranbean. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Cooranbean Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of men Since sound of a voice or a foot came out of the head of that glen. The brand of black devil is there—an evil wind moaneth […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Sitting by the Fire. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Sitting by the Fire Barren Age and withered World! Oh! the dying leaves, Like a drizzling rain, Falling round the roof— Pattering on the pane! Frosty Age and cold, cold World! Ghosts of other days, Trooping past the faded fire, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Fainting by the Way. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Fainting by the Way Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away, Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not stay; Lurid wastelands, pent in silence, thick with hot and thirsty sighs, Where the scanty […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 9. Recorders Ages Hence. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 9. Летописцы будущих веков
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 9. Recorders Ages Hence Recorders ages hence, Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I will tell you what to say of me, Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest […]