English Poetry. Charles Mackay. A Lover’s Fancies. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) A Lover’s Fancies “What sounds like pewter?” said my Rose, in play — “The fall of earth upon a coffin lid.” “Like tin?” — “The cock-crow heralding the day, Or infant wailing that its mother chid.” ” Like steel?” — “The quick sharp twitter […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Welcome Back. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Welcome Back Sweet songs of nightingale and lark That greet the golden dawn, Or twilight deepening into dark, By mountain, grove, or lawn; Long days, clear nights, and balmy winds, Fresh flowers and forest leaves, Birds, blossoms, fruits of ruddy rinds, New hay, and […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The True Companion. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The True Companion Give me the man, however old and staid, Or worn with sorrow and perplexity, Who, when he walks in sunshine or in shade, By woodland bowers, or bare beach of the sea, O’er hill-top, or in valleys green with me, Throws […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. A Ballad of Burdens. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) A Ballad of Burdens The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that comes by night As a thief comes that has no heart by day, And change that finds fair […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Dear Motherland of France. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Dear Motherland of France DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE Our Motherland, dear Motherland, The source of beauty and of Art, Who but thy children understand The love which permeates each heart! We see, through rainbow-tints of tears, Thy glory […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Veils. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Veils Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black, Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair, But, like a rose touched by untimely frost, Showing the blighting marks of sorrow’s track. Veils, veils, veils everywhere. They tell the cost Of man-made […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Swan of Dijon. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Swan of Dijon I was in Dijon when the war’s wild blast Was at its loudest; when there was no sound From dawn to dawn, save soldiers marching past, Or rattle of their wagons in the street. When every engine whistle […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Song of Home. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Song of Home I am singing a song to the boys to-day, A song of the home that is far away. And I know that an echo the word is waking In many a heart that is secretly aching, Yes, almost […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Stevedores. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Stevedores We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong, We are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long. We handle the heavy boxes, and shovel the dirty coal; While soldiers and sailors work in […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Song of the Aviator. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Song of the Aviator You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed, You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean, You may rush afar in your touring car, Leaping, sweeping, by things that are creeping- But you never […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Passing the Buck. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Passing the Buck Whatever the task that comes your way, Just take it as part of your luck. Look it right square in the eyes, and say, ’This is my task, I’ll do it to-day’: Don’t pass the buck. Oh! whether […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Girl of the U.S.A.. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Girl of the U.S.A. Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine, And I think every fellow will state That the ’what-you-may-call-it’ coiffured way They put up their hair is great! And they know how to dress, and they wear their clothes […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Speak. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Speak Obscured the sun, the world is dark; Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc, Send down thy spark. Let every heart in France be stirred, By such an all-compelling word As thou once heard. Say to each soul, ’Lo! I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Spirit of Great Joan. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Spirit of Great Joan Back of each soldier who fights for France, Ay, back of each woman and man Who toils and prays through these long tense days, Is the spirit of Great Joan. For the love she gave, and the […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. If I Were King. Алан Александр Милн. Мне королем стать хочется
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) If I Were King I often wish I were a King, And then I could do anything. If only I were King of Spain, I’d take my hat off in the rain. If only I were King of France, I […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Evermore – Nevermore. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Evermore – Nevermore ‘Wilt thou run to me for ever?’ Said the ocean to the river. ‘Will ye ever fall on my hills and plains?’ Said the dry land to the rains. ‘Will ye ever blossom while I sing?’ Said the lark to the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The King and the Nightingales. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The King and the Nightingales A LEGEND OF HAVERING King Edward dwelt at Havering-atte-Bower— Old, and enfeebled by the weight of power— Sick of the troublous majesty of kings— Weary of duty and all mortal things— Weary of day—weary of night—forlorn— Cursing, like […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Vision of Mockery. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Vision of Mockery All happy things are earnest. Once I roamed In England, or in Dreamland, through the streets Of a huge, buzzing, dense, metropolis. Slowly, in teeming thoroughfares, I walked, One of the people, hearing with their ears, Beholding with their eyes, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Now. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Now The venerable Past — is past; ‘Tis dark, and shines not in the ray: ‘Twas good, no doubt — ’tis gone at last — There dawns another day. Why should we sit where ivies creep, And shroud ourselves in charnels deep; Or the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Drop of Ambrosia. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Drop of Ambrosia “Whither away? whither away, With thine eyes through the distance looking so keen? The road is narrow, and is not long; And if thou wouldst but awhile delay, I would show thee sights thou hast not seen. And thou shouldst […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Out-Comer and the In-Goer. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Out-Comer and the In-Goer For Ernest was a palace built, A palace beautiful to see; Marble porched, and cedar chambered, Hung with damask drapery; Bossed with ornaments of silver, Interlaid with gems and gold; Filled with carvings, from cathedrals Rescued in the days […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Golden Madness. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Golden Madness By the road-side there sat an aged man, Who all day long from dawn into the night Counted with weary fingers heaps of stones. His red eyes dropped with rheum, his yellow hands Trembled with palsy, his pale sunken cheeks Were […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Time’s Hymn of Hate. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Time’s Hymn of Hate Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great, How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate, While Time goes down the centuries and sings his hymn of hate! Time’s voice is just. His words […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Khaki Boys Who Were Not at the Front. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Khaki Boys Who Were Not at the Front Oh! it is not just the men who face the guns, Not the fighters at the Front alone, to-day Who will bring the longed-for close to the bloody fray, for those Could not […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Awakening (I said, I will place my heart, my heart all broken). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Awakening (I said, I will place my heart, my heart all broken) I said, ’I will place my heart, my heart all broken, Beside the world’s torn heart, that it may know The comradeship of sorrow that is not spoken, But is […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 28. Oh! Blame Not the Bard. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 28. Oh! Blame Not the Bard OH! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Where Pleasure lies, carelessly smiling at Fame; He was born for much more, and in happier hours His soul might have burn’d with a […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Come Back Clean. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Come Back Clean This is the song for a soldier To sing as he rides from home To the fields afar where the battles are Or over the ocean’s foam: ’Whatever the dangers waiting In the lands I have not seen, If […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Camp Followers. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Camp Followers In the old wars of the world there were camp followers, Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire, Women of weak wills and strong desire. And, like the poison ivy in the woods That winds itself about tall […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Our Atlas. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Our Atlas Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world, Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods have hurled The evils of old festering lands-yea, hurled them in their might And left him standing all alone, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. ’Flowers of France’. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) ’Flowers of France’ DECORATION POEM FOR SOLDIERS’ GRAVES, TOURS, FRANCE, MAY 30, 1918 Flowers of France in the Spring, Your growth is a beautiful thing; But give us your fragrance and bloom- Yea, give us your lives in truth, Give us your […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. A Lot o’ Maïdens. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. A Lot o’ Maïdens “Come on. Be sprack, a-laggèn back.” “Oh! be there any cows to hook?” “Lauk she’s afraïd, a silly maïd,” Cows? No, the cows be down by brook. “O here then, oh! here is a lot.” “A lot o’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. John Bloom in Lon’on. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. John Bloom in Lon’on (All true.) John Bloom he wer a jolly soul, A grinder o’ the best o’ meal, Bezide a river that did roll, Vrom week to week, to push his wheel. His flour wer all a-meäde o’ wheat; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Pity. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Pity Good Meäster Collins! aye, how mild he spoke Woone day o’ Mercy to zome cruel vo’k. “No, no. Have Mercy on a helpless head, An’ don’t be cruel to a zoul,’ he zaid. “When Babylon’s king woonce cast ’ithin The viery […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Praise o’ Do’set. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Praise o’ Do’set We Do’set, though we mid be hwomely, Be’nt asheäm’d to own our pleäce; An’ we’ve zome women not uncomely; Nor asheäm’d to show their feäce: We’ve a meäd or two wo’th mowèn, We’ve an ox or two wo’th showèn, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Leeburn Mill. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Leeburn Mill Ov all the meäds wi’ shoals an’ pools, Where streams did sheäke the limber zedge, An’ milkèn vo’k did teäke their stools, In evenèn zun-light under hedge: Ov all the wears the brook did vill, Or all the hatches where […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. My Love’s Guardian Angel. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. My Love’s Guardian Angel As in the cool-aïr’d road I come by, —in the night, Under the moon-clim’d height o’ the sky, —in the night, There by the lime’s broad lim’s as I staÿ’d, Dark in the moonlight, bough’s sheädows plaÿ’d Up […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 43. By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 43. By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore By that Lake, whose gloomy shore Sky-lark never warbles o’er, Where the cliff hangs high and steep, Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep. “Here, at least,” he calmly said, “Woman ne’er shall find my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Message. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Message I have not the gift of vision, I have not the psychic ear, And the realms that are called Elysian I neither see nor hear; Yet oft when the shadows darken And the daylight hides its face, The soul of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Hour. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Hour This is the world’s stupendous hour- The supreme moment for the race To see the emptiness of power, The worthlessness of wealth and place, To see the purpose and the plan Conceived by God for growing man. And they […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. War. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) War I There is no picturesqueness and no glory, No halo of romance, in war to-day. It is a hideous thing; Time would turn grey With horror, were he not already hoary At sight of this vile monster, foul and gory. Yet […]