English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Midsummer. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Midsummer After the May time, and after the June time, Rare with blossoms and perfumes sweet, Cometh the round world’s royal noon time, The red midsummer of blazing heat. When the sun, like an eye that never closes, Bends on the earth […]

English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Club. Александр Бром.

Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Club 1. PRithee ben’t so sad and serious, Nothing’s got by grief or care; Melancholy’s too imperious, Where it comes ’twill domineer; If thou hast a cloudy breast, In which thy cares would build a nest; Then drink good Sack, ’twill make […]

English Poetry. John Newton. Waiting For Spring. Джон Ньютон.

John Newton (Джон Ньютон) Waiting For Spring Though cloudy skies, and northern blasts, Retard the gentle spring awhile; The sun will conqu’ror prove at last, And nature wear a vernal smile. The promise, which from age to age, Has brought the changing seasons round; Again shall calm […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Warning. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Warning High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, “Remember Night!” Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems: The Phantom Ball The Giddy Girl The Awakening (I love […]

English Poetry. William Wordsworth. Lines Written at a Small Distance from my House and Sent by my Little Boy to the Person to whom They are Addressed. Уильям Вордсворт. Стихи, написанные неподалеку от дома и переданные моим мальчиком той, к кому обращены

William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Lines Written at a Small Distance from my House and Sent by my Little Boy to the Person to whom They are Addressed It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before The redbreast sings from the tall larch That […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. What Gain?. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) What Gain? Now, while thy rounded cheek is fresh and fair, While beauty lingers, laughing, in thine eyes, Ere thy young heart shall meet the stranger, “Care,” Or thy blithe soul become the home of sighs, Were it not kindness should I […]