English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Reminiscence. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Reminiscence I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a rose A wee one, that grows Down low on the bush, where her sisters above Cannot see all that’s done As the moments roll on. Nor hear all the whispers and murmurs of […]
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. Alexander Brome. Satisfaction. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Satisfaction 1. I Have often heard men say, That the Philosophers of old, Though they were good, and grave, and gray, Did various opinions hold; And with idolatry adore The Gods that themselves had made before; And we that are fools do do […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Prisoners. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Prisoners Written when O. C. attempted to be King. COme a brimmer (my bullies) drink whole ones or nothing, Now healths have been voted down, ‘Tis Sack that can heat us, we care not for cloathing, A gallon’s as warm as a […]
English Poetry. Robert Williams Buchanan. Nell. Роберт Уильямс Бьюкенен.
Robert Williams Buchanan (Роберт Уильямс Бьюкенен) Nell She gazes not at her who hears, But, while the gathering darkness cries, Stares at the vacancy through tears, That burn upon her glistening eyes, Yet do not fall. Her hair falls free Around a face grown deathly thin; Her elbow […]
English Poetry. Robert Williams Buchanan. Barbara Gray. Роберт Уильямс Бьюкенен.
Robert Williams Buchanan (Роберт Уильямс Бьюкенен) Barbara Gray A mourning woman, robed in black, Stands in the twilight, looking back; Her hand is on her heart, her head Bends musingly above the Dead, Her face is plain, and pinch’d, and thin, But splendour strikes it from within. […]
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. Robert Williams Buchanan. The Starling. Роберт Уильямс Бьюкенен.
Robert Williams Buchanan (Роберт Уильямс Бьюкенен) The Starling I. THE little lame tailor Sat stitching and snarling— Who in the world Was the tailor’s darling? To none of his kind Was he well-inclined, But he doted on Jack the starling. II. For the bird had […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. No Spring. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) No Spring Up from the South come the birds that were banished, Frightened away by the presence of frost. Back to the vale comes the verdure that vanished, Back to the forest the leaves that were lost. Over the hillside the carpet […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Little Blue Hood. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Little Blue Hood Every morning and every night There passes our window near the street, A little girl with an eye so bright, And a cheek so round and a lip so sweet! The daintiest, jauntiest little miss That ever any one […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Snowed Under. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Snowed Under Of a thousand things that the Year snowed under- The busy Old Year who has gone away- How many will rise in the Spring, I wonder, Brought to life by the sun of May? Will the rose-tree branches, so wholly […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Life and I (Life and I are lovers, straying). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Life and I (Life and I are lovers, straying) Life and I are lovers, straying Arm in arm along: Often like two children Maying, Full of mirth and song, Life plucks all the blooming hours Growing by the way; Binds them on […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. In the Crowd. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) In the Crowd How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd! How they bow, how they bend, how they flutter, How they look at […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Unattained. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Unattained A vision beauteous as the morn, With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming, Slow glided o’er a field late shorn Where walked a poet idly dreaming. He saw her, and joy lit his face, “Oh, vanish not at human speaking,” He […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Half Fledged. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Half Fledged I feel the stirrings in me of great things. New half-fledged thoughts rise up and beat their wings, And tremble on the margin of their nest, Then flutter back, and hide within my breast. Beholding space, they doubt their […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. And They Are Dumb. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) And They Are Dumb I have been across the bridges of the years. Wet with tears Were the ties on which I trod, going back Down the track To the valley where I left, ’neath skies of Truth, My lost youth. As […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Punished. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Punished Not they who know the awful gibbet’s anguish, Not they who, while sad years go by them, in The sunless cells of lonely prisons languish, Do suffer fullest penalty for sin. ’Tis they who walk the highways unsuspected, Yet […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. The Moon. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл.
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) The Moon Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light, Thou seemest most charming to my sight; As I gaze upon thee in the sky so high, A tear of joy does moisten mine eye. Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light, Thou cheerest […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Through Dim Eyes. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Through Dim Eyes Is it the world, or my eyes, that are sadder? I see not the grace that I used to see In the meadow-brook whose song was so glad, or In the boughs of the willow tree. The brook runs […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Into Space. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Into Space If the sad old world should jump a cog Sometime, in its dizzy spinning, And go off the track with a sudden jog, What an end would come to the sinning, What a rest from strife and the burdens of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. All for Me. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) All for Me The world grows green on a thousand hills- By a thousand willows the bees are humming, And a million birds by a million rills, Sing of the golden season coming. But, gazing out on the sun-kist lea, And hearing […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Night. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Night As some dusk mother shields from all alarms The tired child she gathers to her breast, The brunette Night doth fold me in her arms, And hushes me to perfect peace and rest. Her eyes of stars shine on me, and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. After the Battles Are Over. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) After the Battles Are Over [Read at Reunion of the G. A. T., Madison, Wis., July 4, 1872.] After the battles are over, And the war drums cease to beat, And no more is heard on the hillside The sound of […]
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. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Land of Content. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Land of Content I set out for the Land of Content, By the gay crowded pleasure-highway, With laughter, and jesting, I went With the mirth-loving throng for a day; Then I knew I had wandered astray, For I met returned pilgrims, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. To the West. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) To the West [In an interview with Lawrence Barrett, he said: “The literature of the New World must look to the West for its poetry.”] Not to the crowded East, Where, in a well-worn groove, Like the harnessed wheel of […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Polititian. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Polititian Written in 1649. 1. WHat madness is’t for him that’s wise, To be so much self-hating? Himself and his to sacrifice, By medling still with things too high, That don’t concern, but gratifie His letchery of prating. What is’t to […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Safe Estate. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Safe Estate 1. HOw happy a man is he, Whose soul is quiet and free, And liveth content with his own! That does not desire To swell nor aspire, To the Coronet, nor to the Crown. He doth sit and devise, Those […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. At the Zoo. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) At the Zoo There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels and things, There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings. There’s a sort of a tiny potamus, and a tiny nosserus too - But I gave buns to […]
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. Alexander Brome. The Leveller. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Leveller 1. NAy prethee don’t fly me, But sit thee down by me, I cannot endure A man that’s demure Go hang up your Worships and Sirs; Your congies and trips, With your legs, and your lips; Your Madams and Lords, And […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On Canary. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On Canary 1. OF all the rare juices, That Bacchus or Ceres produces, There’s none that I can, nor dare I Compare with the princely Canary; For this is the thing That a fancy infuses; This first got a King, And next the […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Independants Resolve. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Independants Resolve Written in 1648. COme Drawer and fill us about some wine, Let’s merrily tipple the day’s our own; We’l have our delights, let the countrey go pine, Let the King and his Kingdom groan. The Crown is our own, and […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. On the South Downs. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) On the South Downs Light falls the rain On link and laine, After the burning day; And the bright scene, Blue, gold, and green, Is blotted out in gray. Not so will part The glowing heart With sunny hours gone by; […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. The Acorn. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) The Acorn An acorn swung On an oak-tree bough; So long it had hung, It would fain fall now To the kindly earth, That its germ within Might burst into birth, And its life begin. And the autumn came With its […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. Drought. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) Drought For rain, for rain the parched lands cry, Reproachful to the cloudless sky. The hot white fields in light are blinking, The rivers in their beds are shrinking. For rest, for rest the weary cry That watch from dark to […]
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 […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Comrades. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Comrades I and my Soul are alone to-day, All in the shining weather; We were sick of the world, and put it away, So we could rejoice together. Our host, the Sun, in the blue, blue sky Is mixing a rare, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Nothing Remains. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Nothing Remains Nothing remains of unrecorded ages That lie in the silent cemetery time; Their wisdom may have shamed our wisest sages, Their glory may have been indeed sublime. How weak do seem our strivings after power, How poor the grandest efforts […]