English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It May Be. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) It May Be Let us be silent for a little while; Let us be still and listen. We may hear Echoes from other worlds not far a way. City on city rising, steeple out-topping steeple, Gaining and hoarding and spending, and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Crimes of Peace. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Crimes of Peace Musing upon the tragedies of earth, Of each new horror which each hour gives birth, Of sins that scar and cruelties that blight Life’s little season, meant for man’s delight, Methought those monstrous and repellent crimes Which hate […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. After (Over the din of battle). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) After (Over the din of battle) Over the din of battle, Over the cannons’ rattle, Over the strident voices of men and their dying groans, I hear the falling of thrones. Out of the wild disorder That spreads from border to border, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. De Rochambeau. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) De Rochambeau ON THE PRESENTATION OF AN AMERICAN BANNER TO CAMP ROCHAMBEAU BY THE MARQUISE DE ROCHAMBEAU AT TOURS, FRANCE, JUNE 1, 1918 Here is a picture I carry away On memory’s wall. A green June day, A golden sun in an […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. American Boys, Hello!. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) American Boys, Hello! Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French As along through France we go. But the moments to us that are keen and sweet Are the ones when our khaki boys we meet, Stalwart and handsome […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. In France I Saw a Hill. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) In France I Saw a Hill In France I saw a hill-a gentle slope Rising above old tombs to greet the gleam From soft spring skies. Beyond these skies dwells hope, But those green graves bespeak a broken dream. There was […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Mary and Lady Mary. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Mary and Lady Mary OR, NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBORS. The Lady Mary’s placid eyes Beam with no hopes, no memories; Beneath their lids no tear-drops flow For Love or Pity, Joy or Woe. She never knows, too barren she, The fruitfulness of sympathy; She never […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Street Companions. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Street Companions Whene’er through Gray’s Inn porch I stray, I meet a spirit by the way; He wanders with me all alone, And talks with me in under-tone. The crowd is busy seeking gold, It cannot see what I behold; I and the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Deposition of King Clog. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Deposition of King Clog King Clog was a mighty monarch, He sat on his lofty seat, With his golden crown and his ermine-down, And his courtiers at his feet. His power seem’d firm as the mountains — Inert but strong was he; And […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Birth and Death. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Birth and Death Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother, Night and day, on all things that draw breath, Reign, while time keeps friends with one another Birth and death. Each brow-bound with flowers diverse of wreath, Heaven they hail as father, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Golden City. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Golden City Weary and sickening of the dull debate And clang of politics; weary of hate And sorrow, and calamity, and crime Of daily history told us in our time; Weary of wrong that rear’d its hydra head And hiss’d from all its […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. To Impatient Genius. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) To Impatient Genius Painter that with soul-creations Would’st attain th’ applause of nations; And deserve a name of glory To be writ in future story; Work thy way. Live with Nature, love her truly, Wisely, wholly:—and so duly Bide thy day. With high thoughts […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Freedom and Law. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Freedom and Law Wildest wind that shakes the blossoms, Or on ocean chafes and swells, Blows not uncontroll’d and wanton, But as Law compels. Streams that wander and meander, Loitering in the meads to play, Or that burst in roaring torrents Into foam […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Dying Mother. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Dying Mother The angels call me — Io, I come! Children, I die! I’m going home! All pangs, save one, have pass’d away, All griefs and sufferings of clay, Except this lingering, fond distress, That yields not to forgetfulness — The last affection […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. To a Friend Afraid of Critics. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) To a Friend Afraid of Critics Afraid of critics! an unworthy fear: Great minds must learn their greatness and be bold. Walk on thy way; bring forth thine own true thought; Love thy high calling only for itself, And find in working recompense for […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Poet and the Political Economist. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Poet and the Political Economist A DIALOGUE. THE POLITICAL ECONOMIST. Prithee, Poet, why this spinning, Spinning verses all the day? Vain and idle thy vocation, — Thy art useless to the nation, In thy labor and thy play. Little doth […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. A Welcome to Louis Philippe. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) A Welcome to Louis Philippe We do not cheer thee, faithless king, Nor shout before thee now; We have no reverence for a thing So false of heart as thou: We form no crowds to welcome thee, And yet we cannot hate— Though parricide […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The True Beatitude. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The True Beatitude (Bouts-Rimes) They say when the Great Prompter’s hand shall ring Down the last curtain upon earth and sea, All the Good Mimes will have eternity To praise their Author, worship love and sing; Or to the walls of Heaven […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Fragment on Painters. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Fragment on Painters There is an evil which that Race attaints Who represent God’s World with oily paints, Who mock the Universe, so rare and sweet, With spots of colour on a canvas sheet, Defile the Lovely and insult the Good By scrawling […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Sonnet: in Time of Revolt. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Sonnet: in Time of Revolt The Thing must End. I am no boy! I am No BOY! I being twenty-one. Uncle, you make A great mistake, a very great mistake, In chiding me for letting slip a “Damn!” What’s more, you called me […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Love and Sleep. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Love and Sleep Lying asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily’s leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite, Too wan for blushing and too […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. Goody Blake and Harry Gill. Уильям Вордсворт. Гуди Блейк и Гарри Джилл
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Goody Blake and Harry Gill A True Story Oh! what’s the matter? what’s the matter? What is’t that ails young Harry Gill? That evermore his teeth they chatter, Chatter, chatter, chatter still! Of waistcoats Harry has no lack, Good duffle grey, and flannel […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Song (The way of love was thus). Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Song (The way of love was thus) The way of love was thus. He was born one winter morn With hands delicious, And it was well with us. Love came our quiet way, Lit pride in us, and died in us, All […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Dance. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Dance A Song As the Wind, and as the Wind, In a corner of the way, Goes stepping, stands twirling, Invisibly, comes whirling, Bows before, and skips behind, In a grave, an endless play– So my Heart, and so my […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Fafaia. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Fafaia Stars that seem so close and bright, Watched by lovers through the night, Swim in emptiness, men say, Many a mile and year away. And yonder star that burns so white, May have died to dust and night Ten, maybe, or […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The New Courtier. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The New Courtier Written in 1648. 1. SInce it must be so, Then so let it go, Let the Giddy-brain’d times turn round; Since we have no King let the goblet be crown’d, Our Monarchy thus we’l recover; While the pottles are […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Levellers Rant. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Levellers Rant Written in 1648. 1. TO the Hall, to the hall, For justice we call, On the King and his pow’rful adherents & friends, Who still have endeavoured, but we work their ends. ‘Tis we will pull down what e’re […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Answer. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Answer 1. STay, stay, prate no more, Lest thy brain, like thy purse run ‘th score Though thou strain’st it; Those are Traytors in grain, That of sack do complain, And rail by ‘ts own power against it. Those Kingdoms and Crowns […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Mock-Song by T. J.. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Mock-Song by T. J. 1. HOld, hold, quaffe no more, But restore If you can, what you’ve lost by your drinking, Three Kingdoms and Crowns, With their Cities and Towns, While the King and his progeny’s sinking. The studs in your cheeks […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Good-fellow. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Good-fellow 1. STay, stay, shut the gate; T’ other quart, faith, it is not so late, As you’re thinking; Those Stars which you see, In this hemisphere, be But the studs in your cheeks by your drinking. The Sun is gone to […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Troper. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Troper 1. COme, come, let us drink, ‘Tis in vain to think, Like fools on grief or sadness; Let our money fly And our sorrows die, All worldly care is madness; But Sack and good cheer Will in spite of our fear, […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Mock-Song (HAng up Mars). Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Mock-Song (HAng up Mars) HAng up Mars And his wars, Give us drink, We’l tipple my Lads together; Those are slaves, Fools and knaves, That have chink, And must pay, For what they say, Do, or think, Good fellows accompt for neither; Be […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Wasted Love. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Wasted Love What shall be done for sorrow With love whose race is run? Where help is none to borrow, What shall be done? In vain his hands have spun The web, or drawn the furrow: No rest their toil hath […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Poor Man’s Sunday Walk. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Poor Man’s Sunday Walk The morning of our rest has come, The sun is shining clear; I see it on the steeple-top: Put on your shawl, my dear, And let us leave the smoky town, The dense and stagnant lane, And take our […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Railways. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Railways ‘No poetry in Railways!’ foolish thought Of a dull brain, to no fine music wrought. By Mammon dazzled, though the people prize The gold alone, yet shall not we despise The triumphs of our time, or fail to see Of pregnant mind the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Good Time Coming. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Good Time Coming There’s a good time coming, boys, A good time coming: We may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming. Cannon balls may aid the truth, But thought’s a weapon […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Follow Your Leader. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Follow Your Leader THE STORY OF A LIFE “Follow your leader!” So said Hope, In the joyous days when I was young. O’er meadow path, up mountain slope, Through fragrant woods, I followed and sung; And aye in the sunny air she smiled, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Love or Wisdom?. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Love or Wisdom? AN EXAMINATION Were I so mad as I have been of yore I would be happy: mad with Beauty’s eyes; Mad with the voice of one I could adore, And the sweet music of her soft replies: Mad with the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Two Mysteries. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Two Mysteries Two awful mysteries compass me around, And follow me for ever as I go: I see, yet see them not. I know they are, And that they change more rapidly than thought, Yet feel ‘mid variability that change, While it affects them, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Nine Bathers. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Nine Bathers ‘I would like to bathe in milk,’ Said little Agnes, fresh and fair, With her taper fingers smooth as silk, Her cherry cheeks, and nut-brown hair— ‘In a bath of ivory, filled to the brim, I would love to lie and […]