English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Mowers. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Mowers Dense on the stream the vapours lay, Thick as wool on the cold highway; Spongy and dim, each lonely lamp Shone o’er the streets so dull and damp; The moonbeam could not pierce the cloud That swathed the city like a shroud. […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Unknown Romances. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Unknown Romances I. Oft have I wandered when the first faint light Of morning shone upon the steeple vanes Of sleeping London, through the silent night, Musing on memories of joys and pains; — And looking down long vistas of dim lanes And […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Custer. Book First. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Custer. Book First I. All valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy To sing of deeds as dauntless and as brave As e’er lent luster to a warrior’s grave. Sing of that noble […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Light in the Window. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Light in the Window Late or early home returning, In the starlight or the rain, I beheld that lonely candle Shining from his window-pane. Ever o’er his tattered curtain, Nightly looking, I could scan, Aye inditing, Writing — writing, The pale figure of […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Astronomer. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Astronomer Upon thy lofty tower, O lonely sage, Reading at midnight hour Heaven’s awful page. Thine art can poise the sun In balance true, And countless worlds that run Beyond our view. Thou scannest with clear eyes The azure cope; To thee the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Happy Love. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Happy Love Since the sweet knowledge I possess That she I love is mine, All Nature throbs with happiness, And wears a face divine. The woods seem greener than they were, The skies are brighter blue; The stars shine clearer, and the air Lets […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 7. Fly Not Yet. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 7. Fly Not Yet FLY not yet, ’tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. ’Twas but to bless […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Unconquered. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Unconquered However skilled and strong art thou, my foe, However fierce is thy relentless hate Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow, To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. You Never Can Tell. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) You Never Can Tell You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go. It may pierce the breast of […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Wife. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Wife 1. SInce thou’rt condemn’d to wed a thing, And that same thing must be a she; And that same she to thee must cling For term of life of her and thee; I’ll tell thee what this thing shall bee. […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Two Nights. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Two Nights (Suggested by the lives of Napoleon and Josephine.) I. One night was full of rapture and delight— Of reunited arms and swooning kisses, And all the unnamed and unnumbered blisses Which fond souls find in love of love at […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Hammock’s Complaint. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Hammock’s Complaint Who thinks how desolate and strange To me must seem the autumn’s change, When housed in attic or in chest, A lonely and unwilling guest, I lie through nights of bleak December, And think in silence, and remember. I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Pessimist. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Pessimist The pessimistic locust, last to leaf, Though all the world is glad, still talks of grief. Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems: The Phantom Ball The Plow of God The Giddy Girl The Awakening (I love the tropics, where sun and rain) […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Optimist. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Optimist The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing Or note enlivened the depressing wood, A soiled and sullen, stubborn snowdrift stood Beside the roadway. Winds came muttering Of storms to be, and brought the chilly sting Of icebergs in their […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Three Friends. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Three Friends Of all the blessings which my life has known, I value most, and most praise God for three: Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrades true, Who, masqueraded in the garb of foes For many a year, and filled my heart […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Wish. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Wish Should some great angel say to me to-morrow, ”Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start, But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow, Some one dear wish, the nearest to thy heart.” This were my wish! from my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Creed to Be. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Creed to Be Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres, And, like a blessing or a curse, They thunder down the formless years, And ring throughout the universe. We build our futures, by the shape Of our desires, and not by […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Leper. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) The Leper NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-water Is not so delicate to drink: This was well seen of me and her. I served her in a royal house; I served her wine and curious meat. […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree. Уильям Вордсворт. Строки, оставленные на камне в разветвлении тисового дерева, стоящего неподалеку от озера Истуэйд в уединенной, но живописной части побережья
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands Far from all human dwelling: what if here No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb? What if the bee love not these barren boughs? Yet, if the wind breathe […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Which Are You?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Which Are You? There are two kinds of people on earth to-day; Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the sinner and the saint, for it’s well understood, The good are half bad and the bad are half […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. If (Twixt what thou art, and what thou wouldst be, let). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) If (Twixt what thou art, and what thou wouldst be, let) Twixt what thou art, and what thou wouldst be, let No ”If” arise on which to lay the blame. Man makes a mountain of that puny word, But, like a blade of […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Song (Oh! Love, they said). Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Song (Oh! Love, they said) “Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown. Earth fades in flame before his wings, And Sun and Moon bow down.” – But that, I knew, would never do; And Heaven is all […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world’s a song; “She’s far,” it sings me, “but fair,” it rings me, “Quiet,” it laughs, […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Jolly Company. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Jolly Company The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: “O white companionship! You only In love, in faith unbroken dwell, Friends radiant and inseparable!” Light-heart and glad they seemed to me And […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The One Before the Last. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The One Before the Last I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last, And smiled to greet the pleasant pain Of that innocent young past. But I jumped to feel how sharp had been The pain when […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Better vor zeèn o’ you. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Better vor zeèn o’ you ’Twer good what Meäster Collins spoke O’ spite to two poor spitevul vo’k. When woone twold tother o’ the two “I be never the better vor zeèn o’ you.” If soul to soul, as Christians should, […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. The Passionate Pilgrim. Уильям Шекспир. Влюблённый пилигрим
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) The Passionate Pilgrim I. When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor’d youth, Unskilful in the world’s false forgeries, Thus vainly thinking that she thinks […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Turnstile. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Turnstile Ah! sad wer we as we did peäce The wold church road, wi’ downcast feäce, The while the bells, that mwoan’d so deep Above our child a-left asleep, Wer now a-zingèn all alive Wi’ tother bells to meäke the vive. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Moonlight on the Door. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Moonlight on the Door A-swaÿèn slow, the poplar’s head, Above the slopèn thatch did ply, The while the midnight moon did shed His light below the spangled sky. An’ there the road did reach avore The hatch, all vootless down the hill; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Nanny Gill. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Nanny Gill Ah! they wer times, when Nanny Gill Went so’jerèn ageänst her will, Back when the King come down to view His ho’se an’ voot, in red an’ blue, An’ they did march in rows, An’ wheel in lines an’ bows, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Heäre. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Heäre (Dree o’m a-ta’ken o’t.) (1) There be the greyhounds! lo’k! an’ there’s the heäre! (2) What houn’s, the squier’s, Thomas? where, then, where? (1) Why, out in Ash Hill, near the barn, behind Thik tree. (3) The pollard? (1) […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ Oh! thik Gammony Gaÿ is so droll, That if he’s at hwome by the he’th, Or wi’ vo’k out o’ door, he’s the soul O’ the meetèn vor antics an’ me’th; He do cast off the thoughts ov ill luck […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Sparrow Club. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Sparrow Club Last night the merry farmers’ sons, Vrom biggest down to leäst, min, Gi’ed in the work of all their guns, An’ had their sparrow feäst, min. An’ who vor woone good merry soul Should goo to sheäre their me’th, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days O the wings o’ the rook wer a-glitterèn bright, As he wheel’d on above, in the zun’s evenèn light, An’ noo snow wer a-left, but in patches o’ white, On the hill at the turn o’ the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ Oh! thik Gammony Gaÿ is so droll, That if he’s at hwome by the he’th, Or wi’ vo’k out o’ door, he’s the soul O’ the meetèn vor antics an’ me’th; He do cast off the thoughts ov ill luck […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Sparrow Club. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Sparrow Club Last night the merry farmers’ sons, Vrom biggest down to leäst, min, Gi’ed in the work of all their guns, An’ had their sparrow feäst, min. An’ who vor woone good merry soul Should goo to sheäre their me’th, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days O the wings o’ the rook wer a-glitterèn bright, As he wheel’d on above, in the zun’s evenèn light, An’ noo snow wer a-left, but in patches o’ white, On the hill at the turn o’ the […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Song (Oh! Love, they said). Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Song (Oh! Love, they said) “Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown. Earth fades in flame before his wings, And Sun and Moon bow down.” – But that, I knew, would never do; And Heaven is all […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world’s a song; “She’s far,” it sings me, “but fair,” it rings me, “Quiet,” it laughs, […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Jolly Company. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Jolly Company The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: “O white companionship! You only In love, in faith unbroken dwell, Friends radiant and inseparable!” Light-heart and glad they seemed to me And […]