English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Damosel. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Damosel 1. SInce Women are still, By-pretenders to skill, Suppos’d to be sway’d by their will, And not by their judgment nor reason, Then it shall be mine, To uphold the design, In spite of the hits Of the fellows call’d Wits, […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Mock-Song (‘TIs true, I never was in love). Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Mock-Song (‘TIs true, I never was in love) 1. ‘TIs true, I never was in love: But now I mean to be, For there’s no art Can shield a heart From loves Supremacie. 2. Though in my nonage I have […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. To a Widow. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) To a Widow 1. NAy, dry (for shame) those blubber’d eyes, And cease to sigh that breath away, Fates are not mov’d with tears and cryes, Nor formal sighs as vain as they, Joyes are not joyes, that alwaies stay, And constant pleasures […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Wary Woer. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Wary Woer 1. FAith, you’re mistaken, I’ll not love That face that frowns on me, Though it be handsom, ‘t shall not move My center’d soul that’s far above The magick of a paint, That on a Devil writes a Saint: I […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. Plain Dealing. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Plain Dealing 1. WEll, well, ’tis true, I am now fal’n in Love, And ’tis with You: And now I plainly see, While you’re enthron’d by me above, You all your arts and pow’rs improve To Tyrant over me; And make my flames […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Discipline. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Discipline THROW away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath; O my God, Take the gentle path! For my heart’s desire Unto Thine is bent: I aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Plain Language from Truthful James. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Plain Language from Truthful James (TABLE MOUNTAIN, 1870) Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Penelope. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Penelope (SIMPSON’S BAR, 1858) So you’ve kem ’yer agen, And one answer won’t do? Well, of all the derned men That I’ve struck, it is you. O Sal! ’yer’s that derned fool from Simpson’s, cavortin’ round ’yer in the dew. […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. ”Cicely”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) ”Cicely” (ALKALI STATION) Cicely says you’re a poet; maybe,–I ain’t much on rhyme: I reckon you’d give me a hundred, and beat me every time. Poetry!–that’s the way some chaps puts up an idee, But I takes mine ”straight without sugar,” […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Dow’s Flat. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Dow’s Flat (1856) Dow’s Flat. That’s its name; And I reckon that you Are a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true,– For thar isn’t a man on the river as can’t spot the place at first view. […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. After the Accident. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) After the Accident (MOUTH OF THE SHAFT) What I want is my husband, sir,— And if you’re a man, sir, You’ll give me an answer,— Where is my Joe? Penrhyn, sir, Joe,— Caernarvonshire. Six months ago Since we came here— […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. ”Jim”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) ”Jim” Say there! P’r’aps Some on you chaps Might know Jim Wild? Well,–no offense: Thar ain’t no sense In gittin’ riled! Jim was my chum Up on the Bar: That’s why I come Down from up yar, Lookin’ for Jim. […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Lost Galleon. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Lost Galleon In sixteen hundred and forty-one, The regular yearly galleon, Laden with odorous gums and spice, India cottons and India rice, And the richest silks of far Cathay, Was due at Acapulco Bay. Due she was, and overdue,– […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. In the Mission Garden. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) In the Mission Garden (1865) FATHER FELIPE I speak not the English well, but Pachita, She speak for me; is it not so, my Pancha? Eh, little rogue? Come, salute me the stranger Americano. Sir, in my country […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Friar Pedro’s Ride. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Friar Pedro’s Ride It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land; The watercourses rang full loud and clear; Portala’s cross stood where Portala’s hand Had planted it when Faith was taught by Fear, […]
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. George Herbert. Aaron. Джордж Герберт (Херберт). Аарон
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Aaron Holiness on the head, Light and perfection on the breast, Harmonious bells below, raising the dead To led them unto life and rest. Thus are true Aarons dressed. Profaneness in my head, Defects and darkness in my breast, A noise of […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Blessens a-left. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Blessens a-left Lik’ souls a-toss’d at sea I bore Sad strokes o’ trial, shock by shock, An’ now, lik’ souls a-cast ashore To rest upon the beäten rock, I still do seem to hear the sound O’ weäves that drove me vrom […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Lizzie. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Lizzie O Lizzie is so mild o’ mind, Vor ever kind, an’ ever true; A-smilèn, while her lids do rise To show her eyes as bright as dew. An’ comely do she look at night, A-dancèn in her skirt o’ white, An’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Leaves a-vallèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Leaves a-vallèn There the ash-tree leaves do vall In the wind a-blowèn cwolder, An’ my childern, tall or small, Since last Fall be woone year wolder. Woone year wolder, woone year dearer, Till when they do leave my he’th, I shall be […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Nanny’s new Abode. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Nanny’s new Abode Now day by day, at lofty height, O zummer noons, the burnèn zun ’Ve a-show’d avore our eastward zight, The sky-blue zide ov Hameldon, An’ shone ageän, on new-mow’d ground, Wi’ haÿ a-piled up grey in pook, An’ down […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Wheel Routs. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Wheel Routs ’Tis true I brought noo fortune hwome Wi’ Jenny, vor her honey-moon, But still a goodish hansel come Behind her perty soon, Vor stick, an’ dish, an’ spoon, all vell To Jeäne, vrom Aunt o’ Camwy dell. Zoo […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Seats. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Seats When starbright maïdens be to zit In silken frocks, that they do wear, The room mid have, as ’tis but fit, A han’some seat vor vo’k so feäir; But we, in zun-dried vield an’ wood, Ha’ seats as good’s a goolden […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Raïlroad (An’ while I went ’ithin a traïn). Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Raïlroad (An’ while I went ’ithin a traïn) An’ while I went ’ithin a traïn, A-ridèn on athirt the plaïn, A-cleärèn swifter than a hound, On twin-laid rails, the zwimmèn ground; I cast my eyes ’ithin a park, Upon a woak […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. Sometimes When My Lady Sits by Me. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) * * * Sometimes when my lady sits by me My rapture’s so great, that I tear My mind from the thought that she’s nigh me, And strive to forget that she’s there. And sometimes when she is away Her absence so […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. I Found To-day out Walking. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) * * * I found to-day out walking The flower my love loves best. What, when I stooped to pluck it, Could dare my hand arrest? Was it a snake lay curling About the root’s thick crown? Or did some hidden […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. Poor Withered Rose and Dry. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) * * * Poor withered rose and dry, Skeleton of a rose, Risen to testify To love’s sad close: Treasured for love’s sweet sake, That of joy past Thou might’st again awake Memory at last. Yet is thy perfume sweet; […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. The Sacrifice. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) The Sacrifice Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To me, who took eyes that I might you find: Was ever grief like mine? The Princes of my people make […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. Elegy (Clear and gentle stream!). Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) Elegy (Clear and gentle stream!) Clear and gentle stream! Known and loved so long That hast heard the song, And the idle dream Of my boyish day; While I once again Down thy margin stray, In the selfsame strain Still my voice […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. The Palm Willow. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) The Palm Willow See, whirling snow sprinkles the starvèd fields, The birds have stayed to sing; No covert yet their fairy harbour yields. When cometh Spring? Ah! in their tiny throats what songs unborn Are quenched each morn. The lenten lilies, […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. A Robin. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) A Robin Flame-throated robin on the topmost bough Of the leafless oak, what singest thou? Hark! he telleth how— ’Spring is coming now; Spring is coming now. Now ruddy are the elm-tops against the blue sky, The pale larch donneth her […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. January. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) January Cold is the winter day, misty and dark: The sunless sky with faded gleams is rent; And patches of thin snow outlying, mark The landscape with a drear disfigurement. The trees their mournful branches lift aloft: The oak with knotty […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Concepcion De Arguello. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Concepcion De Arguello (PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCISCO, 1800) I Looking seaward, o’er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and quaint, By the San Francisco friars lifted to their patron saint,— Sponsor to that wondrous city, now apostate to the […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Cadet Grey. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Cadet Grey CANTO I I Act first, scene first. A study. Of a kind Half cell, half salon, opulent yet grave; Rare books, low-shelved, yet far above the mind Of common man to compass or to crave; Some slight relief […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Off Scarborough. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Off Scarborough (SEPTEMBER, 1779) I “Have a care!” the bailiffs cried From their cockleshell that lay Off the frigate’s yellow side, Tossing on Scarborough Bay, While the forty sail it convoyed on a bowline stretched away. “Take your chicks beneath […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Don Diego of the South. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Don Diego of the South (REFECTORY, MISSION SAN GABRIEL, 1869) Good!–said the Padre,–believe me still, ”Don Giovanni,” or what you will, The type’s eternal! We knew him here As Don Diego del Sud. I fear The story’s no new one! Will […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. ”For the King”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) ”For the King” (NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640) As you look from the plaza at Leon west You can see her house, but the view is best From the porch of the church where she lies at rest; Where much of her […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Angelus. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Angelus (HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES, 1868) Bells of the Past, whose long-forgotten music Still fills the wide expanse, Tingeing the sober twilight of the Present With color of romance! I hear your call, and see the sun descending […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. A Dialogue. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) A Dialogue Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control Any thought of waving. But when all my care and pains Cannot give the name of gains To Thy wretch so full of stains, What […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Wonderful Spring of San Joaquin. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Wonderful Spring of San Joaquin Of all the fountains that poets sing,– Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring, Ponce de Leon’s Fount of Youth, Wells with bottoms of doubtful truth,– In short, of all the springs of Time That ever were […]