English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians (The Priests within the Temple) She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother. She was lustful and lewd? — but a God; we had […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Seaside. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Seaside Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd’s good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am drawn nightward; I must turn again Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand, There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown The […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Sleeping Out: Full Moon. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Sleeping Out: Full Moon They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely. We have slept too long, who can hardly win The white one flame, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Bad News. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Bad News I do mind when there broke bitter tidèns, Woone day, on their ears, An’ their souls wer a-smote wi’ a stroke As the lightnèn do vall on the woak, An’ the things that wer bright all around em Seem’d dim […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gruffmoody Grim. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gruffmoody Grim Aye, a sad life his wife must ha’ led, Vor so snappish he’s leätely a-come, That there’s nothèn but anger or dread Where he is, abroad or at hwome; He do wreak all his spite on the bwones O’ whatever […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Happiness. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Happiness Ah! you do seem to think the ground, Where happiness is best a-vound, Is where the high-peäl’d park do reach Wi’ elem-rows, or clumps o’ beech; Or where the coach do stand avore The twelve-tunn’d house’s lofty door, Or men can […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Dobbin Dead. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Dobbin Dead Thomas (1) an’ John (2) a-ta’èn o’t. 2. I do veel vor ye, Thomas, vor I be a-feär’d You’ve a-lost your wold meäre then, by what I’ve a-heärd. 1. Ees, my meäre is a-gone, an’ the cart’s in […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Zelling woone’s Honey. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Zelling woone’s Honey Why, his heart’s lik’ a popple, so hard as a stwone, Vor ’tis money, an’ money’s his ho, An’ to handle an’ reckon it up vor his own, Is the best o’ the jaÿs he do know. Why, vor […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Early risén. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Early risén The aïr to gi’e your cheäks a hue O’ rwosy red, so feaïr to view, Is what do sheäke the grass-bleädes gray At breäk o’ day, in mornèn dew; Vor vo’k that will be rathe abrode, Will meet wi’ health […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Meäd in June. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Meäd in June Ah! how the looks o’ sky an’ ground Do change wi’ months a-stealèn round, When northern winds, by starry night, Do stop in ice the river’s flight; Or brooks in winter raïns do zwell, Lik’ rollèn seas athirt […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Wheat. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Wheat In brown-leav’d Fall the wheat a-left ’Ithin its darksome bed, Where all the creakèn roller’s heft Seal’d down its lowly head, Sprung sheäkèn drough the crumblèn mwold, Green-yollow, vrom below, An’ bent its bleädes, a-glitt’rfen cwold, At last in winter snow. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Pentridge by the River. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Pentridge by the River Pentridge!—oh! my heart’s a-zwellèn Vull o’ jaÿ wi’ vo’k a-tellèn Any news o’ thik wold pleäce, An’ the boughy hedges round it, An’ the river that do bound it Wi’ his dark but glis’nèn feäce. Vor there’s noo […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. John an’ Thomas. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. John an’ Thomas Eclogue. John an’ Thomas. THOMAS. How b’ye, then, John, to-night; an’ how Be times a-waggèn on w’ ye now? I can’t help slackenèn my peäce When I do come along your pleäce, To zee what crops […]
English Poetry. William Broome. Melancholy. Уильям Брум.
William Broome (Уильям Брум) Melancholy An Ode Adieu vain Mirth, and noisy Joys! Ye gay Desires, deluding Toys! Thou thoughtful Melancholy deign To hide me in thy pensive Train! If by the Fall of murmuring Floods, Where awful Shades embrown the Woods, Or if where Winds […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It’s Not True. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) * * * Sonnet I said I splendidly loved you; it’s not true. Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea. On gods or fools the high risk falls — on you – The clean clear bitter-sweet that’s not for me. […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians (The Priests within the Temple) She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother. She was lustful and lewd? — but a God; we had […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Seaside. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Seaside Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd’s good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am drawn nightward; I must turn again Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand, There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown The […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Sleeping Out: Full Moon. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Sleeping Out: Full Moon They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely. We have slept too long, who can hardly win The white one flame, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Bad News. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Bad News I do mind when there broke bitter tidèns, Woone day, on their ears, An’ their souls wer a-smote wi’ a stroke As the lightnèn do vall on the woak, An’ the things that wer bright all around em Seem’d dim […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gruffmoody Grim. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gruffmoody Grim Aye, a sad life his wife must ha’ led, Vor so snappish he’s leätely a-come, That there’s nothèn but anger or dread Where he is, abroad or at hwome; He do wreak all his spite on the bwones O’ whatever […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Happiness. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Happiness Ah! you do seem to think the ground, Where happiness is best a-vound, Is where the high-peäl’d park do reach Wi’ elem-rows, or clumps o’ beech; Or where the coach do stand avore The twelve-tunn’d house’s lofty door, Or men can […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Dobbin Dead. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Dobbin Dead Thomas (1) an’ John (2) a-ta’èn o’t. 2. I do veel vor ye, Thomas, vor I be a-feär’d You’ve a-lost your wold meäre then, by what I’ve a-heärd. 1. Ees, my meäre is a-gone, an’ the cart’s in […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Zelling woone’s Honey. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Zelling woone’s Honey Why, his heart’s lik’ a popple, so hard as a stwone, Vor ’tis money, an’ money’s his ho, An’ to handle an’ reckon it up vor his own, Is the best o’ the jaÿs he do know. Why, vor […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Early risén. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Early risén The aïr to gi’e your cheäks a hue O’ rwosy red, so feaïr to view, Is what do sheäke the grass-bleädes gray At breäk o’ day, in mornèn dew; Vor vo’k that will be rathe abrode, Will meet wi’ health […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Meäd in June. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Meäd in June Ah! how the looks o’ sky an’ ground Do change wi’ months a-stealèn round, When northern winds, by starry night, Do stop in ice the river’s flight; Or brooks in winter raïns do zwell, Lik’ rollèn seas athirt […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Wheat. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Wheat In brown-leav’d Fall the wheat a-left ’Ithin its darksome bed, Where all the creakèn roller’s heft Seal’d down its lowly head, Sprung sheäkèn drough the crumblèn mwold, Green-yollow, vrom below, An’ bent its bleädes, a-glitt’rfen cwold, At last in winter snow. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Pentridge by the River. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Pentridge by the River Pentridge!—oh! my heart’s a-zwellèn Vull o’ jaÿ wi’ vo’k a-tellèn Any news o’ thik wold pleäce, An’ the boughy hedges round it, An’ the river that do bound it Wi’ his dark but glis’nèn feäce. Vor there’s noo […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. John an’ Thomas. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. John an’ Thomas Eclogue. John an’ Thomas. THOMAS. How b’ye, then, John, to-night; an’ how Be times a-waggèn on w’ ye now? I can’t help slackenèn my peäce When I do come along your pleäce, To zee what crops […]
English Poetry. William Broome. Melancholy. Уильям Брум.
William Broome (Уильям Брум) Melancholy An Ode Adieu vain Mirth, and noisy Joys! Ye gay Desires, deluding Toys! Thou thoughtful Melancholy deign To hide me in thy pensive Train! If by the Fall of murmuring Floods, Where awful Shades embrown the Woods, Or if where Winds […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. No Song. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) No Song These summer days when all the poets sing I have no voice for song. I see the birds of summer taking wing, And days so sweet and long, Each seemed a little heaven with no end, I know are gone […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Lost Nation. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Lost Nation Oh! we are a lone, lost nation, We, who sing your songs. With his moods, and his desolation The poet nowhere belongs. We are not of the people Who labour, believe, and doubt. Like the bell that rings in […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. One Night. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) One Night Was it last summer, or ages gone, That damp, dark night in the August dusk, When I waited for you by the gate alone? And the air was heavy with scents like musk. Swiftly and silently shooting down Like the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Together. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Together We two in the fever, and fervour, and glow Of life’s high tide have rejoiced together. We have looked out over the glittering snow, And known we were dwelling in summer weather. For the seasons are made by the heart, I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Why. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Why Why do eyes that were tender, Averted, turn away? Why has our dear love’s splendour All faded into gray? Why is it that lips glow not That late were all aglow? I know not, dear, I know not, I only know […]
English Poetry. Geoffrey Chaucer. Since I from Love. Джеффри Чосер.
Geoffrey Chaucer (Джеффри Чосер) Since I from Love Since I from Love escaped am so fat, I ne’er think to be in his prison ta’en; Since I am free, I count him not a bean. He may answer, and saye this and that; I do no force, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. As We Look Back. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) As We Look Back (rondeau) As we look back at our lost Used-to-Be, ’The light that never was on land or sea’ Touches the distant mountain peaks with gold, And through the glass of memory we behold Such blossoms as grow not […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Play. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Play In the rosy light of my day’s fair morning, Ere ever a storm cloud darkened the west, Ere even a shadow of night gave warning When life seemed only a pleasure quest, Why then all humour and comedy scorning– I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Wishes. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Wishes Whatever you want, if you wish for it long, With constant yearning and fervent desire, If your wish soars upward on wings so strong That they never grow languid and never tire,– Why, over the storm clouds and out of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. An Autumn Day. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) An Autumn Day Leaden skies and a lonesome shadow Where summer has passed with her gorgeous train; Snow on the mountain, and frost on the meadow– A white face pressed to the window pane; A cold mist falling, a bleak wind calling, […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It’s Not True. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) * * * Sonnet I said I splendidly loved you; it’s not true. Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea. On gods or fools the high risk falls — on you – The clean clear bitter-sweet that’s not for me. […]