English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Hawk’s Nest. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Hawk’s Nest (SIERRAS) We checked our pace, the red road sharply rounding; We heard the troubled flow Of the dark olive depths of pines resounding A thousand feet below. Above the tumult of the canyon lifted, The gray hawk […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Thompson of Angels. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Thompson of Angels It is the story of Thompson–of Thompson, the hero of Angels. Frequently drunk was Thompson, but always polite to the stranger; Light and free was the touch of Thompson upon his revolver; Great the mortality incident on that […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. An Idyl of the Road. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) An Idyl of the Road (SIERRAS, 1876) Dramatis Personae First Tourist Second Tourist Yuba Bill, Driver A Stranger FIRST TOURIST Look how the upland plunges into cover, Green where the pines fade sullenly away. Wonderful those olive […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Truthful James to the Editor. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Truthful James to the Editor (YREKA, 1873) Which it is not my style To produce needless pain By statements that rile Or that go ’gin the grain, But here’s Captain Jack still a-livin’, and Nye has no skelp on his brain! […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Latest Chinese Outrage. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Latest Chinese Outrage It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game, And was passin’ remarks goin’ back to our claim; Jones was countin’ his chips, Smith relievin’ his mind Of ideas that a ”straight” should beat ”three […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. ”The Babes in the Woods”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) ”The Babes in the Woods” (BIG PINE FLAT, 1871) ”Something characteristic,” eh? Humph! I reckon you mean by that Something that happened in our way, Here at the crossin’ of Big Pine Flat. Times aren’t now as they used to be, […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Luke. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Luke (IN THE COLORADO PARK, 1873) Wot’s that you’re readin’?–a novel? A novel!–well, darn my skin! You a man grown and bearded and histin’ such stuff ez that in– Stuff about gals and their sweethearts! No wonder you’re thin ez a […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Grief an’ Gladness. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Grief an’ Gladness “Can all be still, when win’s do blow? Look down the grove an’ zee The boughs a-swingèn on the tree, An’ beäten weäves below. Zee how the tweilèn vo’k do bend Upon their windward track, Wi’ ev’ry string, an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. I’m out o’ Door. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. I’m out o’ Door I’m out, when, in the Winter’s blast, The zun, a-runnèn lowly round, Do mark the sheädes the hedge do cast At noon, in hoarvrost, on the ground. I’m out when snow’s a-lyèn white In keen-aïr’d vields that I […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) * * * I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day, What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light’s delay. With witness […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Impromptu. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Экспромт
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Impromptu Beneath Blessington’s eyes The reclaimed Paradise Should be free as the former from evil; But if the new Eve For an Apple should grieve, What mortal would not play the Devil. April 1823 Перевод на русский язык Экспромт Под взглядом леди […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Zummer Thoughts in Winter Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Zummer Thoughts in Winter Time Well, aye, last evenèn, as I shook My locks ov haÿ by Leecombe brook, The yollow zun did weakly glance Upon the winter meäd askance, A-castèn out my narrow sheäde Athirt the brook, an’ on the meäd. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Things do Come Round. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Things do Come Round Above the leafless hazzle-wride The wind-drove raïn did quickly vall, An’ on the meäple’s ribby zide Did hang the raïn-drops quiv’rèn ball; Out where the brook o’ foamy yollow Roll’d along the meäd’s deep hollow, An’ noo birds […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Fancy Feäir at Maïden Newton. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Fancy Feäir at Maïden Newton The Frome, wi’ ever-water’d brink, Do run where shelvèn hills do zink Wi’ housen all a-cluster’d roun’ The parish tow’rs below the down. An’ now, vor woonce, at leäst, ov all The pleäcen where the stream […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome The stream-be-wander’d dell did spread Vrom height to woody height, An’ meäds did lie, a grassy bed, Vor elem-sheädèn light. The milkmaïd by her white-horn’d cow, Wi’ païl so white as snow, Did zing below the elem bough A-swaÿèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Child’s Greäve. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Child’s Greäve Avore the time when zuns went down On zummer’s green a-turn’d to brown, When sheädes o’ swaÿèn wheat-eärs vell Upon the scarlet pimpernel; The while you still mid goo, an’ vind ’Ithin the geärden’s mossy wall, Sweet blossoms, low […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Widow’s House. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Widow’s House I went hwome in the dead o’ the night, When the yields wer all empty o’ vo’k, An’ the tuns at their cool-winded height Wer all dark, an’ all cwold ’ithout smoke; An’ the heads o’ the trees that […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. I know Who. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. I know Who Aye, aye, vull rathe the zun mus’ rise To meäke us tired o’ zunny skies, A-sheenèn on the whole day drough, From mornèn’s dawn till evenèn’s dew. When trees be brown an’ meäds be green, An’ skies be blue, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Winter’s Willow. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Winter’s Willow There Liddy zot bezide her cow, Upon her lowly seat, O; A hood did overhang her brow, Her païl wer at her veet, O; An’ she wer kind, an’ she wer feäir, An’ she wer young, an’ free o’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Shy Man. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Shy Man Ah! good Meäster Gwillet, that you mid ha’ know’d, War a-bred up at Coomb, an’ went little abroad; An’ if he got in among strangers, he velt His poor heart in a twitter, an’ ready to melt; Or if, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Brookwell. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Brookwell Well, I do zay ’tis wo’th woone’s while To beät the doust a good six mile To zee the pleäce the squier plann’d At Brookwell, now a-meäde by hand; Wi’ oben lawn, an’ grove, an’ pon’, An’ gravel-walks as clean as […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gwaïn to Brookwell. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gwaïn to Brookwell At Easter, though the wind war high, We vound we had a zunny sky, An’ zoo wold Dobbin had to trudge His dousty road by knap an’ brudge, An’ jog, wi’ hangèn vetterlocks A-sheäkèn roun’ his heavy hocks, An’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. A Pleäce in Zight. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. A Pleäce in Zight As I at work do look aroun’ Upon the groun’ I have in view, To yonder hills that still do rise Avore the skies, wi’ backs o’ blue; ’Ithin the ridges that do vall An’ rise roun’ Blackmwore […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Trees be Company. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Trees be Company When zummer’s burnèn het’s a-shed Upon the droopèn grasses head, A-drevèn under sheädy leaves The workvo’k in their snow-white sleeves. We then mid yearn to clim’ the height, Where thorns be white, above the vern; An’ aïr do turn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Sound o’ Water. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Sound o’ Water I born in town! oh no, my dawn O’ life broke here beside theäse lawn; Not where pent aïr do roll along, In darkness drough the wall-bound drong, An’ never bring the goo-coo’s zong, Nor sweets o’ blossoms in […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Fall. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Fall Now the yollow zun, a-runnèn Daily round a smaller bow, Still wi’ cloudless sky’s a-zunnèn All the sheenèn land below. Vewer blossoms now do blow, But the fruit’s a-showèn Reds an’ blues, an’ purple hues, By the leaves a-glowèn. Now […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Fancy Feäir at Maïden Newton. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Fancy Feäir at Maïden Newton The Frome, wi’ ever-water’d brink, Do run where shelvèn hills do zink Wi’ housen all a-cluster’d roun’ The parish tow’rs below the down. An’ now, vor woonce, at leäst, ov all The pleäcen where the stream […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome The stream-be-wander’d dell did spread Vrom height to woody height, An’ meäds did lie, a grassy bed, Vor elem-sheädèn light. The milkmaïd by her white-horn’d cow, Wi’ païl so white as snow, Did zing below the elem bough A-swaÿèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Child’s Greäve. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Child’s Greäve Avore the time when zuns went down On zummer’s green a-turn’d to brown, When sheädes o’ swaÿèn wheat-eärs vell Upon the scarlet pimpernel; The while you still mid goo, an’ vind ’Ithin the geärden’s mossy wall, Sweet blossoms, low […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Widow’s House. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Widow’s House I went hwome in the dead o’ the night, When the yields wer all empty o’ vo’k, An’ the tuns at their cool-winded height Wer all dark, an’ all cwold ’ithout smoke; An’ the heads o’ the trees that […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. I know Who. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. I know Who Aye, aye, vull rathe the zun mus’ rise To meäke us tired o’ zunny skies, A-sheenèn on the whole day drough, From mornèn’s dawn till evenèn’s dew. When trees be brown an’ meäds be green, An’ skies be blue, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Winter’s Willow. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Winter’s Willow There Liddy zot bezide her cow, Upon her lowly seat, O; A hood did overhang her brow, Her païl wer at her veet, O; An’ she wer kind, an’ she wer feäir, An’ she wer young, an’ free o’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Shy Man. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Shy Man Ah! good Meäster Gwillet, that you mid ha’ know’d, War a-bred up at Coomb, an’ went little abroad; An’ if he got in among strangers, he velt His poor heart in a twitter, an’ ready to melt; Or if, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Brookwell. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Brookwell Well, I do zay ’tis wo’th woone’s while To beät the doust a good six mile To zee the pleäce the squier plann’d At Brookwell, now a-meäde by hand; Wi’ oben lawn, an’ grove, an’ pon’, An’ gravel-walks as clean as […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Binsey Poplars. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) Binsey Poplars (Felled 1879) My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not spared, not one That swam or sank On […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gwaïn to Brookwell. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gwaïn to Brookwell At Easter, though the wind war high, We vound we had a zunny sky, An’ zoo wold Dobbin had to trudge His dousty road by knap an’ brudge, An’ jog, wi’ hangèn vetterlocks A-sheäkèn roun’ his heavy hocks, An’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. A Pleäce in Zight. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. A Pleäce in Zight As I at work do look aroun’ Upon the groun’ I have in view, To yonder hills that still do rise Avore the skies, wi’ backs o’ blue; ’Ithin the ridges that do vall An’ rise roun’ Blackmwore […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Trees be Company. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Trees be Company When zummer’s burnèn het’s a-shed Upon the droopèn grasses head, A-drevèn under sheädy leaves The workvo’k in their snow-white sleeves. We then mid yearn to clim’ the height, Where thorns be white, above the vern; An’ aïr do turn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Sound o’ Water. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Sound o’ Water I born in town! oh no, my dawn O’ life broke here beside theäse lawn; Not where pent aïr do roll along, In darkness drough the wall-bound drong, An’ never bring the goo-coo’s zong, Nor sweets o’ blossoms in […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Murmurer. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Murmurer 1. LEt’s lay aside plotting and thinking, And medling with matters of State, Since we have the freedome of drinking, ‘Tis a folly to scribble or prate. The great ones have nothing to think on, But how to make fools of […]