English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 8. The Base of All Metaphysics. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 8. Суть всей метафизики
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 8. The Base of All Metaphysics And now gentlemen, A word I give to remain in your memories and minds, As base and finale too for all metaphysics. (So to the students the old professor, At the close […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 7. Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 7. Страшное сомненье во всем
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 7. Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances Of the terrible doubt of appearances, Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded, That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all, That may-be identity beyond the grave […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 17. I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 17. Я видел дуб в Луизиане
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 17. I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches, Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous of dark green, And […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 15. City of Orgies. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 15. City of Orgies City of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious, Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your spectacles, repay […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Four Songs of Four Seasons. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Four Songs of Four Seasons I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: “Shut out the flower-time, Sunbeam and shower-time; Make way for our time,” Wild winds have cried. Green […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 6. Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 6. Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only Not heaving from my ribb’d breast only, Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself, Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs, Not in many an oath and promise broken, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 5. These I Singing in Spring. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 5. Эти песни пою я весной
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 5. These I Singing in Spring These I singing in spring collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers and all their sorrow and joy? And who but I should be the poet of comrades?) Collecting I […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 4. For You, O Democracy. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 4. Для тебя, Демократия
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 4. For You, O Democracy Come, I will make the continent indissoluble, I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon, I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 1. Song of the Universal. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 1. Song of the Universal 1 Come said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the universal. In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 3. Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 3. Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand Whoever you are holding me now in hand, Without one thing all will be useless, I give you fair warning before you attempt me further, I am not what you […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Clown. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Clown 1. AH surra, is’t a come to this? That all our Weez-men do zo miss? Esdid think zo much avore, Have we kept veighting here zo long. To zell our Kingdom vor a zong, O that ever chwor a bore! […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On the Demolishing the Forts. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On the Demolishing the Forts IS this the end of all the toil, And labour of the Town? And did our Bulwarks rise so high, Thus low to tumble down? All things go by contraries now, We fight to still the Nation, Build […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. Upon a Sign-post, set up at Skoale in Norfolk. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Upon a Sign-post, set up at Skoale in Norfolk 1. DId none of you hear, Of a wonder last year; That through all Norfolk did ring; Of an Inn and an Host, With a Sign and a post, That might hold (God bless […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Fair Morning. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Fair Morning The clear bright morning, with its scented air And gaily waving flowers, is here again; Man’s heart is lifted with the voice of prayer, And peace descends, as falls the gentle rain; The tuneful birds, that all the night have slept, […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Light from Within. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Light from Within I saw on earth another light Than that which lit my eye Come forth as from my soul within, And from a higher sky. Its beams shone still unclouded on, When in the farthest west The sun I once […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Garden of Prosperine. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) The Garden of Prosperine Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds’ and spent waves’ riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time and mowing, A […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. Anecdote for Fathers Shewing How the Art of Lying May Be Taugh. Уильям Вордсворт. История дня отцов, или как можно воспитать привычку ко лжи
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Anecdote for Fathers Shewing How the Art of Lying May Be Taugh I have a boy of five years old, His face is fair and fresh to see; His limbs are cast in beauty’s mould, And dearly he loves me. One morn we […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Nature. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Nature The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by, Because my feet find measure with its call; The birds know when the friend they love is nigh, For I am known to them, both great and small. The flower that on the lonely […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Change. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Change Father! there is no change to live with Thee, Save that in Christ I grow from day to day, In each new word I hear, each thing I see, I but rejoicing hasten on the way; The morning comes with blushes overspread, And […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Faith. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Faith There is no faith; the mountain stands within Still unrebuked, its summit reaches heaven; And every action adds its load of sin, For every action wants the little leaven; There is no prayer; it is but empty sound, That stirs with frequent breath […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Poor. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Poor I walk the streets and though not meanly drest, Yet none so poor as can with me compare; For none though weary call me into rest, And though I hunger, none their substance share; I ask not for my stay the broken […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Memory. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Memory Soon the waves so lightly bounding All forget the tempest blast; Soon the pines so sadly sounding Cease to mourn the storm that’s past. Soon is hushed the voice of gladness Heard within the green wood’s breast; Yet come back no notes […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Yourself. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Yourself ’Tis to yourself I speak; you cannot know Him whom I call in speaking such an one, For thou beneath the earth lie buried low, Which he alone as living walks upon; Thou mayst at times have heard him speak to you, And […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Clouded Morning. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Clouded Morning The morning comes, and thickening clouds prevail, Hanging like curtains all the horizon round, Or overhead in heavy stillness sail; So still is day, it seems like night profound; Scarce by the city’s din the air is stirred, And dull and […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 36. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 36 Perfection gained, True love his life renews, now sanctified.– Our world–seer counts humanity’s gains, how earth’s Best aims by the associate wise the’ elect Of universal manhood leagued to instal God’s peace, the peace of earth, show. ‘Neath one […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 30. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 30 Thence earthward tending, first we make the sun; Where, as at rest in light, a mediate point, A bright effect original of God, Enlightening all things, inly and externe, ‘Twixt earth and heaven, our soul heroic now The spirit […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. A Cameo. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) A Cameo THERE WAS a graven image of Desire Painted with red blood on a ground of gold Passing between the young men and the old, And by him Pain, whose body shone like fire, And Pleasure with gaunt hands that grasped […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 21.2. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 21.2 Festus. Glad am I To light on guests so well disposed, So well engaged. George. One beaker try Ere yet this flask’s account be closed. Harry. Good! pass the ruby round. There’s nought so dull As to behold a […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 15. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 15 Thence to a happier planet–for ’twas his, Whose soul, streamlike, the images of stars Immirrored in its surface, stealing, while At its boldness trembling, knowledge of all spheres Predisciplinary, to reap;–where, blessed, we meet The spirit just glimpsed the […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – L’Envoi. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – L’Envoi Read this, world! He who writes is dead to thee, But still lives in these leaves. He spake inspired: Night and day, thought came unhelped, undesired, Like blood to his heart. The course of study he Went through was […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 2. Scented Herbage of My Breast. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 2. Scented Herbage of My Breast Scented herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me above death, Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 1. In Paths Untrodden. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 1. In Paths Untrodden In paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the standards hitherto publish’d, from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 15. Facing West from California’s Shores. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 15. Facing West from California’s Shores Facing west from California’s shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 12. Native Moments. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 12. Native Moments Native moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my passions, give me life coarse and rank, To-day I go consort with […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 10. O Hymen! O Hymenee!. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 10. O Hymen! O Hymenee! O hymen! O hymenee! why do you tantalize me thus? O why sting me for a swift moment only? Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease? Is it […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 8. Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 8. Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals Ages and ages returning at intervals, Undestroy’d, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden the West, the […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. A Baby’s Death. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) A Baby’s Death A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal Even while we hailed as fresh from birth A little soul. Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll, Not knowing beyond this blind […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 5. Spontaneous Me. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 5. Spontaneous Me Spontaneous me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten’d with blossoms of the mountain ash, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 3. I Sing the Body Electric. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 4. Из цикла «Дети Адама». 3. О теле электрическом я пою
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 3. I Sing the Body Electric 1 I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 2. From Pent-Up Aching Rivers. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 4. Из цикла «Дети Адама». 2. Запружены реки мои
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 2. From Pent-Up Aching Rivers From pent-up aching rivers, From that of myself without which I were nothing, From what I am determin’d to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men, From my own voice […]