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. Alexander Brome. Advice to Caelia. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Advice to Caelia 1. MY lovely Caelia, while thou dost enjoy Beauty and youth, be sure to use ‘um, And be not fickle, be not coy, Thy self or Lovers to destroy. Since all those Lillies and those Roses, Which Lovers find, or […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Recovery. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Recovery 1. HOw unconcerned I can now Behold that face of thine! The Graces and the dresses too, Which both conspir’d to make thee shine, And made me think thou wert divine. 2. And yet me thinks thou’rt wondrous fair, […]
English Poetry. Geoffrey Chaucer. Merciles Beaute. Джеффри Чосер.
Geoffrey Chaucer (Джеффри Чосер) Merciles Beaute 1. CAPTIVITY YOUR eyen two wol slee me sodenly, I may the beaute of hem not sustene, So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene. And but your word wol helen hastily My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene, Your […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. To a coy Lady. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) To a coy Lady 1. I Prithee leave this peevish fashion, Don’t desire to be high-priz’d, Love’s a Princely noble passion, And doth scorn to be despis’d. Though we say you’re fair, you know, We your beauty do bestow, For our fancy makes […]
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. Geoffrey Chaucer. The Boke of the Duchesse. Джеффри Чосер. Книга о Королеве
Geoffrey Chaucer (Джеффри Чосер) The Boke of the Duchesse The Proem I have gret wonder, be this lighte, How that I live, for day ne nighte I may nat slepe wel nigh noght, I have so many an ydel thoght Purely for defaute of slepe That, by […]
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. Fulke Greville Brooke. Caelica 16. Fie, foolish earth, think you the heaven wants glory. Фулк Гревилль Брук.
Fulke Greville Brooke (Фулк Гревилль Брук) Caelica 16. Fie, foolish earth, think you the heaven wants glory Fie, foolish earth, think you the heaven wants glory Because your shadows do yourself benight? All’s dark unto the blind, let them be sorry; But love still in herself finds her […]
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. Fulke Greville Brooke. Caelica 83. You that seek what life is in death. Фулк Гревилль Брук.
Fulke Greville Brooke (Фулк Гревилль Брук) Caelica 83. You that seek what life is in death You that seek what life is in death, Now find it air that once was breath. New names unknown, old names gone: Till time end bodies, but souls none. Reader! then make […]
English Poetry. Fulke Greville Brooke. Caelica 12. Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed. Фулк Гревилль Брук.
Fulke Greville Brooke (Фулк Гревилль Брук) Caelica 12. Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed, Naked and blind, for vagabonding noted, Thy nakedness I in my reason clothed, Mine eyes I gave thee, so was I devoted. Fie, […]
English Poetry. William Broome. The Oak, and the Dunghill. Уильям Брум.
William Broome (Уильям Брум) The Oak, and the Dunghill A Fable On a fair Mead a Dunghill lay, That rotting smoakt, and stunk away; To an excessive Bigness grown, By Night-men’s Labours on him thrown. Ten thousand Nettles from him sprung; Who ever came but near, was […]
English Poetry. Fulke Greville Brooke. Caelica 29. The nurse-life wheat within his green husk growing. Фулк Гревилль Брук.
Fulke Greville Brooke (Фулк Гревилль Брук) Caelica 29. The nurse-life wheat within his green husk growing The nurse-life wheat within his green husk growing, Flatters our hope, and tickles our desire, Nature’s true riches in sweet beauties showing, Which sets all hearts, with labor’s love, on fire. […]
English Poetry. Fulke Greville Brooke. Caelica 4. You little stars that live in skies. Фулк Гревилль Брук.
Fulke Greville Brooke (Фулк Гревилль Брук) Caelica 4. You little stars that live in skies You little stars that live in skies And glory in Apollo’s glory, In whose aspècts conjoinèd lies The heaven’s will and nature’s story, Joy to be likened to those eyes, Which eyes make […]
English Poetry. William Broome. A Pastoral. Уильям Брум.
William Broome (Уильям Брум) A Pastoral ASTROPHEL. How calm the Evening! See the falling Day Gilds every Mountain with a ruddy Ray! In gentle Sighs the softly whispering Breeze Salutes the Flow’r, and waves the trembling Trees. Hark! the Night-Warbler from you vocal Bows Glads every Valley with […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Strain of Music. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Strain of Music In through the open window To the chamber where I lay, There came the beat of merry feet, From the dancers over the way. And back on the wings of the music That rose on the midnight air, […]
English Poetry. Geoffrey Chaucer. A Ballad of Gentleness. Джеффри Чосер.
Geoffrey Chaucer (Джеффри Чосер) A Ballad of Gentleness The firste stock-father of gentleness, What man desireth gentle for to be, Must follow his trace, and all his wittes dress, Virtue to love, and vices for to flee; For unto virtue longeth dignity, And not the reverse, safely dare […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Hebrew Melodies 1. She Walks in Beauty. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Еврейские мелодии 1. Она идет во всей красе
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Hebrew Melodies 1. She Walks in Beauty I. She walks in Beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Three at the Opera. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Three at the Opera Last night the house was crowded. Were you there? You thought our box held only two, maybe– Myself and chaperon, a matron fair. There was another whom you did not see. Close, close beside me, sat a […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Presentiment. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Presentiment As unseen spheres cast shadows on the Earth Some unknown cause depresses me to-night. The house is full of laughter and sweet mirth, The day has held but pleasure and delight. Down in the parlour some one blithely sings; A […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Woman’s Hand. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Woman’s Hand All day long there has haunted me A spectre out of my lost youth-land. Because I happened last night to see A woman’s beautiful snow-white hand. Like part of a statue broken away, And carefully kept in a […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I Wonder Why. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I Wonder Why Do you remember that glorious June When we were lovers, you and I? Something there was in the robin’s tune, Something there was in earth and sky, That was never before, and never since then. I wonder why. […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Cusine. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Cusine The woman who looks upon man as a sinner Unsaved as to soul, and uncertain in heart, Should learn how to cook, and prepare him a dinner, And serve it with talent, refinement, and art. Full many a question is […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Content and Happiness. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Content and Happiness How is it that men pray their earthly lot May be ’content and happiness’? Dire foes Without one common trait which kinship shows I hold these two. Contentment comes when sought, While Happiness pursued was never caught. But, sudden, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Fisherman’s Baby. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Fisherman’s Baby Oh! hush little baby, thy Papa’s at sea, The big billows rock him as Mama rocks thee. He hastes to his dear ones o’er breakers of foam. Then hush little darling till Papa comes home. Sleep little baby, hush […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Come Near. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Come Near Come near to me, I need Thy glorious presence. Through the dense darkness of this troubled hour Shine on my soul, and fill it with the essence Of Thy pervading and uplifting power. Come near, come near to me! Come […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Ship and the Boat. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Ship and the Boat In the great ship Life we speed along, With sails and pennons spread. And tethered, beside the great ship, glide The mystic boats for the dead. Over the deck of the ship of Life Our loved […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Our Petty Cares. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Our Petty Cares Our petty cares wear on us so,– More cruel than our great despairs, More rasping than a mighty woe, Our petty cares. Less need of strength hath he who bears Courageously some stinging blow, Of Fate which takes […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. To the Unknown Warrior. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) To the Unknown Warrior You whom the kings saluted; who refused not The one great pleasure of ignoble days, Fame without name and glory without gossip, Whom no biographer befouls with praise. Who said of you “Defeated”? In the darkness The […]