English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. America Will Not Turn Back. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) * * * WOODROW WILSON America will not turn back; She did not idly start, But weighed full carefully and well Her grave, important part. She chose the part of Freedom’s friend, And will pursue it, to the end. Great Liberty, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Thanksgiving (Thanksgiving for the strong armed day). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Thanksgiving (Thanksgiving for the strong armed day) Thanksgiving for the strong armed day, That lifted war’s red curse, When Peace, that lordly little word, Was uttered in a voice that stirred- Yea, shook the Universe. Thanksgiving for the Mighty Hour That brimmed […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Pastoral. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Pastoral On the Kings Death. Written in 1648. 1. WHere Englands Damon us’d to keep, In peace and awe, his flocks Who fed, not fed upon, his sheep, There Wolves and Tygres now do ▪prey, There Sheep are slain, and Goats […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Commoners. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Commoners Writtenin 1645 to the Club men. 1. COme your waies Bonny Boyes Of the Town, For now is your time or never; Shall your fears Or your cares Cast you down? Hang your wealth And your health, Get renown, We […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Friend. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Friend FAin would I find out a friend that is true; That we may live freely together: But men are grown false, and friends are but few, And as fickle in mind as a feather. That man I suspect, who much zeal […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On the Queens Arrival. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On the Queens Arrival 1. FRom the Lusitanian Shore, Our triumphing Ships are come Proudly with their royal lading, Which Britain, that now truly’s great, enjoys at home, And needs no more abroad to rome, But may now give over trading. For we […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Young Earth. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Young Earth Old Earth? Young Earth! — though myriad years, Since Time’s primeval morn, She may have bloom’d amid the spheres Before a man was born. Still young; though race succeeding race Have trod her breast sublime, And flourish’d in their pride […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Earth and the Stars. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Earth and the Stars Said the Earth to the Stars, ‘Oh my sisters, Fellow-travellers through this dread immensity, Send a voice to my spirit and declare, If, serenely as ye smile on me, and fair, Ye are dwellings for all miseries, like me? […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Water Tarantella. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Water Tarantella The winds blow low on the fields and hedges, There is a murmur amid the sedges, A low sweet sound where the water gushes Forth from the grass amid the rushes; It is a streamlet small and young, It loves to […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. We Are Wiser Than We Know. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) We Are Wiser Than We Know Thou, who in the midnight silence Lookest to the orbs on high, Feeling humbled, yet elated, In the presence of the sky; Thou, who minglest with thy sadness Pride ecstatic, awe divine, That ev’n thou canst trace their […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Man in the Dead Sea. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Man in the Dead Sea An Apologue Walking on the Dead Sea shore, Meditating evermore, Underneath the burning ray Of intolerable day, I beheld a fearful thing — Bloody deed as e’er was done, Wrought, unblushing, unrelenting, In the presence of the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Child and the Mourners. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Child and the Mourners A little child, beneath a tree Sat and chanted cheerily A little song, a pleasant song, Which was — she sang it all day long — “When the wind blows the blossoms fall; But a good God reigns over […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Working Man’s Song. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Working Man’s Song Who lacks for bread of daily work And his appointed task would shirk, Commits a folly and a crime; A soulless slave— A partly knave— A clog upon the wheels of Time. With work to do and stores of health, […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Hermaphroditus. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн. Гермафродит
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Hermaphroditus I. LIFT UP thy lips, turn round, look back for love, Blind love that comes by night and casts out rest; Of all things tired thy lips look weariest, Save the long smile that they are wearied of. Ah sweet, […]
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. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Desire of Fame. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Desire of Fame Written at the age of thirty. I do confess that I have wish’d to give My land the gift of no ignoble name. And in that holier air have sought to live, Sunn’d with the hope of Fame. […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. On the Reperusal of Letters Written in Youth. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) On the Reperusal of Letters Written in Youth Strange, as when vaguely through the autumn haze Loom the pale scenes last view’d in summer skies, Out from the mist the thoughts of sunny days And golden youth arise. Were ye, in truth, my […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. To a Withered Tree in June. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) To a Withered Tree in June Desolate tree! why are thy branches bare? What hast thou done To win strange winter from the summer air, Frost from the sun? Thou wert not churlish in thy palmier year Unto the herd; Tenderly gav’st thou […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Everlasting Grave-Digge. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Everlasting Grave-Digge Methought I stood amidst a burial-place And saw a phantom ply the sexton’s trade, Pale o’er the charnel bow’d the phantom’s face, Noiseless the phantom spade Gleam’d in the stars. Wondering I ask’d, “Whose grave dost thou prepare?” The labouring […]
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. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Love of Maturer Years. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Love of Maturer Years Nay, soother, do not dream thine art Can altar Nature’s stern decree; Or give me back the younger heart, Whose tablets had been clear to thee. Why seek, fair child, to pierce the dark That wraps the giant […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Guardian Angel. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Guardian Angel From Heaven what fancy stole The dream of some good spirit, aye at hand, The seraph whispering to the exile soul Tales of its native land? Who to the cradle gave The unseen watcher by the mother’s side, Born with […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Love and Death. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) Love and Death O Strong as the eagle, O mild as the dove, How like and how unlike O Death and O Love! Knitting earth to the heaven, The near to the far, With the step in the dust, And the eye on […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Pilgrim of the Desert. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Pilgrim of the Desert Wearily flaggeth my Soul in the Desert; Wearily, wearily. Sand, ever sand, not a gleam of the fountain; Sun, ever sun, not a shade from the mountain; Wave after wave flows the sea of the Desert, Drearily, drearily. […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The True Joy-Giver. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The True Joy-Giver Oh Oevoë, liber Pater, Oh, the vintage feast divine, When the God was in the bosom And his rapture in the wine; When the Faun laugh’d out at morning; When the Mænad hymn’d the night; And the Earth itself was […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Is It all Vanity?. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) Is It all Vanity? Doubting of life, my spirit paused perplext Let fall its fardell of laborious care, And the sharp cry of my great trouble vext Unsympathizing air. Out on this choice of unrewarded toil, This upward path into the realm of […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Image on the Tide. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Image on the Tide Not a sound is heard But my heart by thine, Breathe not a word, Lay thy hand in mine. How trembling, yet still, On the lake’s clear tide, Sleep the distant hill, And the bank beside. The […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The First Violets. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The First Violets Who that has loved knows not the tender tale Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell? Whose youth has paused not, dreaming, in the vale Where the rath violets dwell? Lo, where they shrink along the lonely brake, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Daily Work. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Daily Work Who lags for dread of daily work, And his appointed task would shirk, Commits a folly and a crime; A soulless slave — a paltry knave — A clog upon the wheels of Time. With work to do, and store of health, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Custer. Book Third. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Custer. Book Third [There is an interval of eight years between Books Second and Third.] I. As in the long dead days marauding hosts Of Indians came from far Siberian coasts, And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their grounds, Despoiled their homes […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 84. They May Rail at This Life. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 84. They May Rail at This Life They may rail at this life – from the hour I began it I found it a life full of kindness and bliss; And, until they can show me some happier planet, More social […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Old Opinions. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Old Opinions Once we thought that Power Eternal Had decreed the woes of man; That the human heart was wicked Since its pulses first began; That the earth was but a prison, Dark and joyless at the best, And that men were born for […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Three Preachers. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Three Preachers There are three preachers, ever preaching, Fill’d with eloquence and power. One is old, with locks of white, Skinny as an anchorite; And he preaches every hour With a shrill fanatic voice, And a Bigot’s fiery scorn: — “Backward! ye presumptuous […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Custer. Book Second. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Custer. Book Second I. Oh, for the power to call to aid, of mine Own humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine. Then might she fitly sing, and only then, Of those intrepid and unflinching men Who knew no homes save ever […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Dream of the Reveller. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Dream of the Reveller Around the board the guests were met, the lights above them beaming, And in their cups, replenish’d oft, the ruddy wine was streaming; Their cheeks were flush’d their eyes were bright, their hearts with pleasure bounded, The song was […]