English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 10. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 10 After travel, homelier life, A country merry–making, a village feast May even please, where, with the local world We mix in private; seriously converse Of light things, lightly enough of serious. Skilled To revive dead lore, and magnify extinct […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 5. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 5 Soul solemnized by dear one’s death, belief In heavenly life confirmed of reason finds. Here round her bier they meet who several rule, After, the heart to each in turn their fate. World–knowledge, fruit both sweet and bitter, shows […]
English Poetry. Francis Bacon. The Translation of the CXXVIth Psalme. Фрэнсис Бэкон.
Francis Bacon (Фрэнсис Бэкон) The Translation of the CXXVIth Psalme WHen God return’d vs graciously Vnto our Natiue Land, We seem’d as in a Dreame to be And in a Maze to stand. The Heathen likewise they could say, The God, that these men serue, Hath done […]
English Poetry. Francis Bacon. The Translation of the First Psalme. Фрэнсис Бэкон.
Francis Bacon (Фрэнсис Бэкон) The Translation of the First Psalme WHo neuer gaue to wicked read, A yeelding and attentiue eare: Who neuer Sinners paths did tread; Nor sate him downe in Scorners chaire: But maketh it his whole delight, On Law of God to meditate, And therein […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. Glasgow. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл.
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) Glasgow Beautiful city of Glasgow, with your streets so neat and clean, Your stateley mansions, and beautiful Green! Likewise your beautiful bridges across the River Clyde, And on your bonnie banks I would like to reside. Chorus – Then away […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. Against Corrupted Sack. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Against Corrupted Sack 1. SACK! once my comfort and my dear delight, Dull mortals quickning spirit; Thou didst once give affections, wit, and might; Thou mad’st the Lover, and the Wight; Thou mad’st one dye, and t’other fight; Thou mad’st the Poet, who […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On Sir G. B. his Defeat. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On Sir G. B. his Defeat 1. PRay why should any man complain, Or why disturb his breast or brain, At this new alteration? Since that which has been done’s no more Than what has been done before; And that which will be […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. For the General’s Entertainment. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) For the General’s Entertainment 1. FArewell all cares and fears, let Gladness come, Let’s all strive which shall most rejoyce; No more the Trumpet, or the Thundring Drum, Shall interrupt our peace with noise; But all their Offices shall be Inherited by sprightly […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Reformation. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Reformation 1. TEll not me of Lords or Lawes, Rules or Reformation; All that’s done’s not worth two strawes, To the welfare of the Nation. Men in power do rant it still, And give no reason but their will, For all their […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Answer to the Curse against Ale. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Answer to the Curse against Ale 1. OGag for shame that strumpet muse! Let not her Spanish tongue abuse Our wholsome and Heroick English juice. 2. ‘Twas not this loyal liquor shut Our Gates against our Soveraign, but Strange drinks […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. Made and Set Extempore. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Made and Set Extempore 1. WHen our glasses flow with Wine, And our souls with Sack are rais’d; When we’re jeer’d we do not repine; Nor are proud when we are prais’d: ‘Tis Sack alone can raise our souls, A pin for Christning […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Cheerful Heart. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Cheerful Heart 1. WHat though these ill times do go cross to our will? And fortune still frowns upon us? Our hearts are our own, and they shall be so still; A pin for the plagues they lay on us. Let us […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. An Ancient Legend. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) An Ancient Legend A stone stands in a rustic town Which once the neighbouring hill did crown; Nigh to the house of God it lay Before ’twas set where now it stands, And how and why there, graybeards say, Was ne’er the […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. A Mystery. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) A Mystery Friend! many a year hath passed Since last I clasped thine hand– It may be we shall meet no more Till in the Heavenly land; Still grief can ne’er erase, nor joy Eclipse, the bliss hath been; And us one […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 14. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 14 Even while a star Might twinkle twice, or calm, retiring sea, Irresolute yet to leave, his moonlit kiss Shimmering repeat upon the impassive shore, The arch–fiend and youth, bound skyward, soaring hold Darkly, commune, like twilight and midnight, Of […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Buckingham Palace. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Buckingham Palace They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. Alice is marrying one of the guard. “A soldier’s life is terrible hard,” Says Alice. They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 2. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 2 From heaven, soul–like, to earth. It is sundown. Mark The heart’s state, empty and collapsed, the world’s Vain pleasures leave us in, dissatisfied, Distraught, not penitent of them, in ourselves; Youth’s natural fitful unavailing struggle Note, ‘gainst temptation come […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 19. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 19 Law moral one and same all being imbounds, Compresses, animates, even as natural law The orb, of light and gravity. Where is soul, There fallibility, choice, and righteous doom, Following, of deity. To the bodiless realms Such abstracts apt, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 8. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 8 Comes on a quarrel stormy and stern, if brief, ‘Tween the two foe friends, this demanding what Cannot be;–who immunity shall secure ‘Gainst self–sought evil?–that, safe grants withholding, And easily made: their taunts recriminative Resultless; even as when some […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. River and Sea (We stood by the river that swept). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) River and Sea (We stood by the river that swept) We stood by the river that swept In its glory and grandeur away; But never a pulse o’ me leapt, And you wondered at me that day. We stood by the lake […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. An Afternoon. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) An Afternoon I am stirred by the dream of an afternoon Of a perfect day-though it was not June; The lilt of winds, and the droning tune That a busy city was humming. And a bronze-brown head, and lips like wine […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. To Marry Or Not to Marry?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) To Marry Or Not to Marry? A GIRL’S REVERIE Mother says, “Be in no hurry, Marriage oft means care and worry.” Auntie says, with manner grave, “Wife is synonym for slave.” Father asks, in tones commanding, “How does Bradstreet rate […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Wishes for a Little Girl. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Wishes for a Little Girl What would I ask the kindly fates to give To crown her life, if I could have my way? My strongest wishes would be negative, If they would but obey. Give her not greatness. For great […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Bound and Free. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Bound and Free Come to me, Love! Come on the wings of the wind! Fly as the ring-dove would fly to his mate! Leave all your cares and your sorrows behind! Leave all the fears of your future to Fate! Come! and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Two Sat Down. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Two Sat Down Two sat down in the morning time, One to sing and one to spin. All men listened the song sublime- But no one listened the dull wheel’s din. The singer sat in a pleasant nook, And sang of […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Now We Are Six. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Now We Are Six When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three, I was hardly Me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Friendship. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Friendship Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving; Let thy faith speak for thee. Swear not to me that nothing can divide us- So little […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Hidden Gems. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Hidden Gems We know not what lies in us, till we seek; Men dive for pearls-they are not found on shore, The hillsides most unpromising and bleak Do sometimes hide the ore. Go, dive in the vast ocean of thy mind, […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The New Gentry. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The New Gentry 1. ENough for shame! leave off this fooling; Prithee cringe no more, Nor admire the ill-gotten store Of the upstart Mushromes of our Nation, With blind and groundless adoration; If thy nature still wants schooling, As thou dost grow old, […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Antipolititian. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Antipolititian 1. COme leave thy care, and love thy friend; Live freely, don’t dispair, Of getting money there’s no end, And keeping it breeds care. If thou hast money at thy need, Good company, and good Wine, His life, whose joyes on […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Prodigal. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Prodigal 1. NAy perswade not, I’ve swore We’l have one pottle more, Though we run on the score, And our credits do stretch for’t; To what end does a father Pine his body, or rather Damn his soul, for to gather Such […]
English Poetry. Robert Williams Buchanan. The Glamour. Роберт Уильямс Бьюкенен.
Robert Williams Buchanan (Роберт Уильямс Бьюкенен) The Glamour The hills close round her—everywhere Strange voices deepen in the air; The pain, the hope, the agony, Flash to a sense of mystery; The shapes of earth and air and skies Catch glamour in her weary eyes; Worn with the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Poems of the Week. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Poems of the Week SUNDAY Lie still and rest, in that serene repose That on this holy morning comes to those Who have been burdened with the cares which make The sad heart weary and the tired head ache. Lie still […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Ghosts. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Ghosts There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair. There’s the ghost of a Hope […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Æsthetic. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Æsthetic In a garb that was guiltless of colours She stood, with a dull, listless air- A creature of dumps and of dolours, But most undeniably fair. The folds of her garment fell round her, Revealing the curve of each limb; Well […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Is It Done?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Is It Done? It is done! in the fire’s fitful flashes, The last line has withered and curled. In a tiny white heap of dead ashes Lie buried the hopes of your world. There were mad foolish vows in each letter, It […]
English Poetry. John Newton. Bitter and Sweet. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) Bitter and Sweet Kindle, Saviour, in my heart, A flame of love divine; Hear, for mine I trust thou art, And sure I would be thine; If my soul has felt thy grace, If to me thy name is known; Why should trifles fill […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Slipping Away. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Slipping Away Slipping away-slipping away! Out of our brief year slips the May; And Winter lingers, and Summer flies; And Sorrow abideth, and Pleasure dies; And the days are short, and the nights are long; And little is right, and much is […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Two. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Two One leaned on velvet cushions like a queen- To see him pass, the hero of an hour, Whom men called great. She bowed with languid mien, And smiled, and blushed, and knew her beauty’s power. One trailed her tinselled garments […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Girl’s Faith. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Girl’s Faith Across the miles that stretch between, Through days of gloom or glad sunlight, There shines a face I have not seen Which yet doth make my world more bright. He may be near, he may be far, Or […]