English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. They Shall Not Win. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) They Shall Not Win Whatever the strength of our foes is now, Whatever it may have been, This is our slogan, and this our vow- They shall not win, they shall not win. Though out of the darkness they call the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Rainbow of Promise. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Rainbow of Promise In the face of the sun are great thunderbolts hurled, And the storm-clouds have shut out its light; But a Rainbow of Promise now shines on the world, And the universe thrills at the sight. ’Tis the […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Companion. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Companion 1. WHat need we take care for Platonical Rules? Or the precepts of Aristotle? They that think to find learning in books are bu• fools, True Philosophy lies in the bottle. And a mind That’s confin’d To the mode of the […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Love and Fame. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) Love and Fame WRITTEN IN EARLY YOUTH. I. It was the May when I was born, Soft moonlight through the casement stream’d, And still, as it were yestermorn, I dream the dream I dream’d. I saw two forms from fairy land, Along […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Hollow Oak. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Hollow Oak Hollow is the oak beside the sunny waters drooping; Thither came, when I was young, happy children trooping; Dream I now, or hear I now–far, their mellow whooping? Gay below the cowslip bank, see the billow dances, There I lay […]
English Poetry. John Newton. Amazing Grace. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) * * * Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) That sav’d a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. ‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev’d; How […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Sabbath. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Sabbath Fresh glides the brook and blows the gale, Yet yonder halts the quiet mill; The whirring wheel, the rushing sail, How motionless and still! Six days of toil, poor child of Cain, Thy strength the slave of Want may be; The […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Address to the Soul in Despondency. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) Address to the Soul in Despondency No, Soul! not in vain thou hast striven, Unless thou abandon the strife; Forsworn to the banners of Heaven, If false in the battle of life. Why–counting the gain or the loss– The badge of the temple […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Treasures by the Wayside. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Treasures by the Wayside A TALE FOR SORROW. The sky was dull, the scene was wild, I wander’d up the mountain way; And with me went a joyous child, The man in thought, the child at play, My heart was sad […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Lost and Avenged. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) Lost and Avenged O God, give me rest from a thought! I cannot escape it nor brave; Dread ghost of a joy that I sought To harrow my soul from its grave! Farewell to the smile of the sun, The cheerful Religion of […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. A Lament. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) A Lament I stand where I last stood with thee! Sorrow, O sorrow! There is not a leaf on the trysting-tree; There is not a joy on the earth to me; Sorrow, O sorrow! When shalt thou be once again what thou wert? Oh, […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Loyalty of Love. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Loyalty of Love I love thee, I love thee; In vain I endeavour To fly from thine image; It haunts me for ever. All things that rejoiced me Now weary and pall; I feel in thine absence Bereft of mine all. […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. When I Think on the Happy Days. Роберт Бернс. «Я помню каждый день и час…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * When I think on the happy days I spent wi’ you, my dearie; And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie! How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary! It […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. When I Think on the Happy Days. Роберт Бернс. «Я помню каждый день и час…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * When I think on the happy days I spent wi’ you, my dearie; And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie! How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary! It […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Wood-Nymph. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Wood-Nymph Far from bustle, strife, and care, ‘Mong the woods I’ve wooed her. And to her secluded nook, By the margin of a brook, And by waters bright and blue, Over meadows wet with dew, Many a time pursued her: And far away […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Ascension. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Ascension I have been down in the darkest water- Deep, deep down where no light could pierce; Alone with the things that are bent on slaughter, The mindless things that are cruel and fierce. I have fought with fear in my wave-walled […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Be Not Dismayed. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Be Not Dismayed Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when death Sets its white seal upon some worshipped face. Poor human nature for a little space Must suffer anguish, when that last drawn breath Leaves such long silence; but let not thy […]
English Poetry. John Newton. The Good Samaritan. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) The Good Samaritan How kind the good Samaritan To him who fell among the thieves! Thus Jesus pities fallen man, And heals the wounds the soul receives. O! I remember well the day, When sorely wounded, nearly slain; Like that poor man I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Prayer (Give us the open mind, O God). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Prayer (Give us the open mind, O God) Lord, let us pray. Give us the open mind, O God, The mind that dares believe In paths of thought as yet untrod; The mind that can conceive Large visions of a wider way […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. One by One. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) One by One Little by little and one by one, Out of the ether, were worlds created; Star and planet and sea and sun, All in the nebulous Nothing waited Till the Nameless One Who has many a name Called them to […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Black Sheep. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Black Sheep ’Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?’ Yes, sir-yes, sir: three bags full.’ ’I don’t want any New Thought,’ said he, ’Or any Theosophy, for, you see, The faith I learned at my mother’s knee Is good […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. ’Let Us Give Thanks’. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) ’Let Us Give Thanks’ For the courage which comes when we call, While troubles like hailstones fall; For the help that is somehow nigh, In the deepest night when we cry; For the path that is certainly shown When we pray in the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. How Is It?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) How Is It? You who are loudly crying out for peace, You who are wanting love to vanquish hate, How is it in the four walls of your home The while you wait? Do those who form your household welcome your […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Answers. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Answers What is the end of each man’s toil, Brother, O Brother? A handful of dust in a bit of soil- His name forgotten as centuries roll, Though blazoned to-day on Glory’s scroll; For the lordliest work of brain or hand Is […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. He That Hath Ears. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) He That Hath Ears ’He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.’-St. John the Divine. The Spirit says unto the churches, ’Ere ever the churches began I lived in the centre of Being- The […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I, Too. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I, Too I saw fond lovers in that glow That oft-times fades away too soon: I saw and said, ’Their joy I know- I, too, have had my honeymoon.’ A young expectant mother’s gaze Held earth and heaven within its scope: […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Deadliest Sin. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Deadliest Sin There are not many sins when once we sift them. In actions of evolving human souls Striving to reach high goals And falling backward into dust and mire, Some element we find that seems to lift them Above our condemnation—even […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Thoughts. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Thoughts True thoughts, your days of grief are done, No more shall scorn or hate impede you; Born in the light, wherever the sun Shines on mankind, mankind shall heed you. So grow, ye grains of mustard-seed, Grow each into a tree; And kindle, […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Spring Morning. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Spring Morning Where am I going? I don’t quite know. Down to the stream where the king-cups grow- Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow- Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. Where am I going? The clouds sail by, Little ones, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Said I to Myself, Said I. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Said I to Myself, Said I I’m poor and quite unknown, I have neither fame nor rank; My labour is all I own, I have no gold at the bank; I’m one of the common crowd, Despised of the passers-by, Contemn’d of the rich […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. What Might Be Done. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) What Might Be Done What might be done if men were wise — What glorious deeds, my suffering brother, Would they unite, In love and right, And cease their scorn of one another? Oppression’s heart might be imbued With kindling drops of loving-kindness, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. A Question Answered. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) A Question Answered What to do to make thy fame Live beyond thee in the tomb? And thine honorable name Shine, a star, through History’s gloom? Seize the Spirit of thy Time, Take the measure of his height, Look into his eyes sublime, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Floating Straw. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Floating Straw A THOUGHT IN THE COMMERCIAL PANIC OF 1847. The wild waves are my nightly pillows, Beneath me roll th’ Atlantic billows; And as I rest on my couch of brine I watch the eternal planets shine. Ever I ride On […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Poor Man’s Bird. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Poor Man’s Bird A year ago I had a child, A little daughter fair and mild; More precious than my life to me, She sleeps beneath the churchyard tree. Oh! she was good as she was fair, Her presence was like balmy air; […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. John Littlejohn. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) John Littlejohn John Littlejohn was staunch and strong, Upright and downright, scorning wrong; He gave good weight, and paid his way, He thought for himself, and he said his say. Whenever a rascal strove to pass, Instead of silver, money of brass, He took […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Above and Below. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Above and Below Mighty river, oh, mighty river, Rolling in ebb and flow for ever, Through the city so vast and old; Through massive bridges—by domes and spires, Crowned with the smoke of a myriad fires;— City of majesty, power, and gold;— Thou lovest […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Conversation. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Conversation We were a baker’s dozen in the house-six women and six men Besides myself; and all of us had known Those benefits supposed to come from school and church and brush and pen, And opportunities of being thrown In contact with […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Widows. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Widows The world was widowed by the death of Christ: Vainly its suffering soul for peace has sought And found it not. For nothing, nothing, nothing has sufficed To bring back comfort to the stricken house From whence has gone the Master […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Then and Now. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Then and Now A little time agone, a few brief years, And there was peace within our beauteous borders; Peace, and a prosperous people, and no fears Of war and its disorders. Pleasure was ruling goddess of our land; with her attendant […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Come Out with Me. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Come Out with Me There’s sun on the river and sun on the hill … You can hear the sea if you stand quite still! There’s eight new puppies at Roundabout Farm- And I saw an old sailor with only one arm! […]