English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. De Amore. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) De Amore Shall one be sorrowful because of love, Which hath no earthly crown, Which lives and dies, unknown? Because no words of his shall ever move Her maiden heart to own Him lord and destined master of her own: Is Love […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman, With an Incident in which He was Concerned. Уильям Вордсворт. Саймон Ли
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman, With an Incident in which He was Concerned In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall, An old man dwells, a little man, I’ve heard he once was tall. Of years he has upon his back, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Woman to Man. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Woman to Man Woman is man’s enemy, rival, and competitor.- JOHN J. INGALLS. You do but jest, sir, and you jest not well, How could the hand be enemy of the arm, Or seed and sod be rivals! How could light […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. When the Regiment Came Back. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) When the Regiment Came Back All the uniforms were blue, all the swords were bright and new, When the regiment went marching down the street, All the men were hale and strong as they proudly moved along, Through the cheers that drowned […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Tides. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Tides Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide. On outgoing billows it drifts from your sight, But back on the incoming waves it may ride And land at your threshold again before night. Be careful what rubbish you toss […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Fire Brigade. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Fire Brigade Hark! high o’er the rattle and clamour and clatter Of traffic-filled streets, do you hear that loud noise? And pushing and rushing to see what’s the matter, Like herds of wild cattle, go pell-mell the boys. There’s a […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Man’s Ideal. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Man’s Ideal A lovely little keeper of the home, Absorbed in menu books, yet erudite When I need counsel; quick at repartee And slow to anger. Modest as a flower, Yet scintillant and radiant as a star. Unmercenary in her mould […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The World Grows Better. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The World Grows Better Oh! the earth is full of sinning And of trouble and of woe, But the devil makes an inning Every time we say it’s so. And the way to set him scowling, And to put him back a […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Voices of the People. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Voices of the People Oh! I hear the people calling through the day time and the night time, They are calling, they are crying for the coming of the right time. It behooves you, men and women, it behooves you to […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Womanhood. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Womanhood She must be honest, both in thought and deed, Of generous impulse, and above all greed; Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf, But life’s best blessings for her higher self, Which means the best for all. She must […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Song of the Spirit (All the aim of life is just). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Song of the Spirit (All the aim of life is just) All the aim of life is just Getting back to God. Spirit casting off its dust, Getting back to God. Every grief we have to bear Disappointment, cross, despair Each is but […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 4. Of Him I Love Day and Night. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 30. Из цикла «Шепот божественной смерти». 4. Тот, кого я люблю днём и ночью
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 4. Of Him I Love Day and Night Of him I love day and night I dream’d I heard he was dead, And I dream’d I went where they had buried him I love, but he […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Vanitas. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Vanitas Beyond the need of weeping, Beyond the reach of hands, May she be quietly sleeping, In what dim nebulous lands? Ah, she who understands! The long, long winter weather, These many years and days, Since she, and Death, together, Left […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 34. Reconciliation. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 34. Примирение
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 34. Reconciliation Word over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 33. Look Down Fair Moon. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 33. Взгляни, прекрасный Месяц, и облей
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 33. Look Down Fair Moon Look down fair moon and bathe this scene, Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple, On the dead on their backs with arms toss’d wide, Pour down your unstinted nimbus […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Can Ye Labour Lea, Young Man. Роберт Бернс. «Паши усердно, не спеша…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O can ye labour lea, young man, An’ can ye labour lea; Gae back the gate ye cam’ again, Ye’se never scorn me. I fee’d a man at Martinmas, Wi’ arle pennies three; An’ a’ the faut I fan’ wi’ […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Wat Ye What My Minnie Did. Роберт Бернс. «Что со мной ты, мама, мама…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O wat ye what my minnie did, My minnie did, my minnie did, O wat ye what my minnie did On Tysday ’t een to me, jo? She laid me in a saft bed, A saft bed, a saft bed, She […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. I Met a Lass, a Bonnie Lass. Роберт Бернс. «На Купер-Хилл я восходил…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * I met a lass, a bonnie lass, Coming o’er the braes o’ Couper, Bare her leg and bright her een, And handsome ilka bit about her. Weel I wat she was a quean Wad made a body’s mouth to water; Our […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 5. Song of the Banner at Daybreak. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 5. Песня знамени на утренней заре
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 5. Song of the Banner at Daybreak Poet O a new song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind’s voice and that of the drum, By the banner’s voice and […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 19. A Twilight Song. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 19. A Twilight Song As I sit in twilight late alone by the flickering oak-flame, Musing on long-pass’d war-scenes–of the countless buried unknown soldiers, Of the vacant names, as unindented air’s and sea’s–the unreturn’d, The brief truce […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 18. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 18. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars! Long yet your road, fateful flag–long yet your road, and lined with bloody death, For the prize I see at issue at last is the world, All […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 1. First O Songs for a Prelude. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 1. О песни, сперва, для начала…
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 1. First O Songs for a Prelude First O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch’d tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she led the rest to arms, how she gave the cue, How at […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 20. Year That Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 20. Year That Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me Year that trembled and reel’d beneath me! Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken’d me, Must […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. April Love. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) April Love We have walked in Love’s land a little way, We have learnt his lesson a little while, And shall we not part at the end of day, With a sigh, a smile? A little while in the shine of […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 17. A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 17. Лагерь на рассвете, седом и туманном
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 17. A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 14. Come Up from the Fields Father. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 14. Иди с поля, отец
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 14. Come Up from the Fields Father Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door mother, here’s a letter from thy dear son. Lo, ’tis autumn, Lo, where […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 16. A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 16. Сомкнутым строем мы шли
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 16. A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown, A route through a heavy wood with muffled steps in the darkness, Our army foil’d with loss severe, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 8. City of Ships. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 8. City of Ships City of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the beautiful sharp-bow’d steam-ships and sail-ships!) City of the world! (for all races are here, All the lands of the earth make contributions […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Poet’s Theme. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Poet’s Theme What is the explanation of the strange silence of American poets concerning American triumphs on sea and land? Literary Digest. Why should the poet of these pregnant times Be asked to sing of war’s unholy crimes? To […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. We Two. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) We Two We two make home of any place we go; We two find joy in any kind of weather; Or if the earth is clothed in bloom or snow, If summer days invite, or bleak winds blow, What matters it if […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Wishing. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Wishing Do you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true; Rid your mind of selfish motives; Let your thoughts be clean and high. You can […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Assertion. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Assertion I am serenity. Though passions beat Like mighty billows on my helpless heart, I know beyond them lies the perfect sweet Serenity, which patience can impart. And when wild tempests in my bosom rage, “Peace, peace,” I cry, “it is my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Illusion. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Illusion God and I in space alone And nobody else in view. “And where are the people, O Lord,” I said, “The earth below, and the sky o’er head, And the dead whom once I knew?” “That was a dream,” God […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Grief. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Grief As the funeral train with its honoured dead On its mournful way went sweeping, While a sorrowful nation bowed its head And the whole world joined in weeping, I thought, as I looked on the solemn sight, Of the one fond […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл.
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay! With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array And your central girders, which seem to the eye To be almost towering to the sky. The greatest […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Death Has Crowned Him a Martyr. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Death Has Crowned Him a Martyr (Written on the day of President McKinley’s death) In the midst of sunny waters, lo! the mighty Ship of State Staggers, bruised and torn and wounded by a derelict of fate, One that drifted from its […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Meeting of the Centuries. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Meeting of the Centuries A curious vision on mine eyes unfurled In the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see, Two Centuries meet, and sit down vis-Г -vis Across the great round table of the world: One with suggested sorrows in […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Queen’s Last Ride. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Queen’s Last Ride (Written on the day of Queen Victoria’s funeral) The Queen is taking a drive to-day, They have hung with purple the carriage-way, They have dressed with purple the royal track Where the Queen goes forth and never comes […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Riddle. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Riddle Written in 1644. 1. NO more, no more, We are already pin’d; And sore, and poor, In body and in mind: And yet our sufferings have been Less then our sin. Come long-desired peace we thee implore, And let our […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 16. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 16 Charged by the spirit e’er upwards ripening, man And evil, his mightier minister, invade Peaceful, that sacred sphere, the queen of heaven, Whose passive utterances of light reveal The birth of things, their subjectness to soul, Spiritual and human; […]