English Poetry. William Browne. Night. Уильям Броун.
William Browne (Уильям Броун) Night Now great Hyperion left his golden throne That on the dancing waves in glory shone, For whose declining on the western shore The oriental hills black mantles wore, And thence apace the gentle twilight fled, That had from hideous caverns ushered All-drowsy Night, […]
English Poetry. William Browne. A Concert of Birds. Уильям Броун.
William Browne (Уильям Броун) A Concert of Birds The mounting lark (day’s herald) got on wing, Bidding each bird choose out his bough and sing. The lofty treble sung the little wren; Robin the mean, that best of all loves men; The nightingale the tenor, and the thrush […]
English Poetry. William Browne. May Day Customs. Уильям Броун.
William Browne (Уильям Броун) May Day Customs I have seen the Lady of the May Set in an arbour, on a holiday, Built by the May-pole, where the jocund swains Dance with the maidens to the bagpipe’s strains, When envious night commands them to be gone Call for […]
English Poetry. William Browne. To England. Уильям Броун.
William Browne (Уильям Броун) To England Hail, thou my native soil! thou blessed plot Whose equal all the world affordeth not! Show me who can so many crystal rills, Such sweet-clothed valleys or aspiring hills; Such wood-ground, pastures, quarries, wealthy mines; Such rocks in whom the diamond fairly […]
English Poetry. George Wither. From a Satire written to King James I. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) From a Satire written to King James I Did I not know a great man’s power and might In spite of innocence can smother right, Colour his villainies to get esteem, And make the honest man the villain seem? I know it, and the […]
English Poetry. George Wither. On the Death of Prince Henry. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) On the Death of Prince Henry Sonnet Methought his royal person did foretell A kingly stateliness, from all pride clear; His look majestic seemèd to compel All men to love him, rather than to fear. And yet though he were every good man’s […]
English Poetry. George Wither. Song (Lordly gallants!). Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) Song (Lordly gallants!) Lordly gallants! tell me this (Though my safe content you weigh not), In your greatness, what one bliss Have you gained, that I enjoy not? You have honours, you have wealth; I have peace, and I have health: All the day […]
English Poetry. George Wither. Prelude (From ”The Shepherd’s Hunting”). Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) Prelude (From ”The Shepherd’s Hunting”) Seest thou not, in clearest days, Oft thick fogs cloud Heaven’s rays? And that vapours which do breathe From the Earth’s gross womb beneath, Seem unto us with black steams To pollute the Sun’s bright beams, And yet vanish […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Sweet Contention between Love, his Mistress, and Beauty. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Sweet Contention between Love, his Mistress, and Beauty Love and my mistress were at strife Who had the greatest power on me: Betwixt them both, oh, what a life! Nay, what a death is this to be! She said, she did it […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Bitter-Sweet. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Bitter-Sweet Ah, my dear angry Lord, Since thou dost love, yet strike; Cast down, yet help afford; Sure I will do the like. I will complain, yet praise; I will bewail, approve; And all my sour-sweet days I will lament and love. […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Quarrel with Love. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Quarrel with Love Oh that I could write a story Of love’s dealing with affection! How he makes the spirit sorry That is touch’d with his infection. But he doth so closely wind him, In the plaits of will ill-pleased, That the […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Report Song in a Dream, between a shepherd and his nymph. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Report Song in a Dream, between a shepherd and his nymph Shall we go dance the hay? The hay? Never pipe could ever play Better shepherd’s roundelay. Shall we go sing the song? The song? Never Love did ever wrong. Fair maids, […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. Corydon’s Supplication to Phyllis. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) Corydon’s Supplication to Phyllis Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain May sue to thee for grace, See not thy loving shepherd slain With looking on thy face; But think what power thou hast got Upon my flock and me; Thou seest they now regard […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. Aglaia. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) Aglaia A Pastoral Sylvan Muses, can ye sing Of the beauty of the Spring? Have ye seen on earth that sun That a heavenly course hath run? Have ye lived to see those eyes Where the pride of beauty lies? Have ye heard […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Pastoral of Phyllis and Corydon. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Pastoral of Phyllis and Corydon On a hill there grows a flower, Fair befall the dainty sweet! By that flower there is a bower, Where the heavenly Muses meet. In that bower there is a chair, Fringèd all about with gold, Where […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. Astrophel’s Song of Phyllida and Corydon. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) Astrophel’s Song of Phyllida and Corydon Fair in a morn (O fairest morn!), Was never morn so fair, There shone a sun, though not the sun That shineth in the air. For the earth, and from the earth, (Was never such a creature!) Did […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Sweet Pastoral. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Sweet Pastoral Good Muse, rock me asleep With some sweet harmony: The weary eye is not to keep Thy wary company. Sweet Love, begone awhile, Thou knowest my heaviness: Beauty is born but to beguile My heart of happiness. See how […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. Who Can Live in Heart So Glad. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) * * * WHO can live in heart so glad As the merry country lad? Who upon a fair green balk May at pleasure sit and walk, And amid the azure skies See the morning sun arise, While he hears in every spring How […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. An Odd Conceit. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) An Odd Conceit LOVELY kind, and kindly loving, Such a mind were worth the moving; Truly fair, and fairly true– Where are all these, but in you? Wisely kind, and kindly wise; Blessed life, where such love lies! Wise, and kind, and fair, […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Pastoral (SWEET birds! that sit and sing among the shady valleys). Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Pastoral (SWEET birds! that sit and sing among the shady valleys) SWEET birds! that sit and sing among the shady valleys, And see how sweetly Phyllis walks amid her garden alleys, Go round about her bower, and sing as ye are bidden: […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. A Thanksgiving. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) A Thanksgiving From brief delights that rise to me Out of unfathomable dole, I thank whatever gods there be For mine unconquerable soul. In the strong clutch of Circumstance It has not winced, nor groaned aloud. Before the blows of eyeless chance […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. St. Thomas. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) St. Thomas (A GEOGRAPHICAL SURVEY, 1868) Very fair and full of promise Lay the island of St. Thomas: Ocean o’er its reefs and bars Hid its elemental scars; Groves of cocoanut and guava Grew above its fields of lava. So the […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. An Arctic Vision. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) An Arctic Vision Where the short-legged Esquimaux Waddle in the ice and snow, And the playful Polar bear Nips the hunter unaware; Where by day they track the ermine, And by night another vermin,– Segment of the frigid zone, Where the […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Miss Blanche Says. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Miss Blanche Says And you are the poet, and so you want Something–what is it?–a theme, a fancy? Something or other the Muse won’t grant To your old poetical necromancy; Why, one half you poets–you can’t deny– Don’t know the Muse […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Poem. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Poem DELIVERED ON THE FOURTEENTH ANNIVERSARY OF CALIFORNIA’S ADMISSION INTO THE UNION, SEPTEMBER 9, 1864 We meet in peace, though from our native East The sun that sparkles on our birthday feast Glanced as he rose on fields whose […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Caldwell of Springfield. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Caldwell of Springfield (NEW JERSEY, 1780) Here’s the spot. Look around you. Above on the height Lay the Hessians encamped. By that church on the right Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers. And here ran a wall,– You may dig anywhere and […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Idyl of Battle Hollow. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Idyl of Battle Hollow (WAR OF THE REBELLION, 1884) No, I won’t,–thar, now, so! And it ain’t nothin’,–no! And thar’s nary to tell that you folks yer don’t know; And it’s ”Belle, tell us, do!” and it’s ”Belle, is it […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. California’s Greeting to Seward. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) California’s Greeting to Seward (1869) We know him well: no need of praise Or bonfire from the windy hill To light to softer paths and ways The world-worn man we honor still. No need to quote the truths he spoke […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Old Major Explains. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Old Major Explains (RE-UNION, ARMY OF THE POTOMAC, 12TH MAY, 1871) Well, you see, the fact is, Colonel, I don’t know as I can come: For the farm is not half planted, and there’s work to do at home; And […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. A Sanitary Message. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) A Sanitary Message Last night, above the whistling wind, I heard the welcome rain,– A fusillade upon the roof, A tattoo on the pane: The keyhole piped; the chimney-top A warlike trumpet blew; Yet, mingling with these sounds of strife, A […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Copperhead. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Copperhead (1864) There is peace in the swamp where the Copperhead sleeps, Where the waters are stagnant, the white vapor creeps, Where the musk of Magnolia hangs thick in the air, And the lilies’ phylacteries broaden in prayer. There is […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 24. Not to the Staring Day. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 24. Not to the Staring Day To A. C. Not to the staring Day, For all the importunate questionings he pursues In his big, violent voice, Shall those mild things of bulk and multitude, The Trees–God’s sentinels Over […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. On a Pen of Thomas Starr King. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) On a Pen of Thomas Starr King This is the reed the dead musician dropped, With tuneful magic in its sheath still hidden; The prompt allegro of its music stopped, Its melodies unbidden. But who shall finish the unfinished strain, […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Relieving Guard. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Relieving Guard THOMAS STARR KING. OBIIT MARCH 4, 1864 Came the relief. ”What, sentry, ho! How passed the night through thy long waking?” ”Cold, cheerless, dark,–as may befit The hour before the dawn is breaking.” ”No sight? no sound?” ”No; […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. ”How Are You, Sanitary?”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) ”How Are You, Sanitary?” Down the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the plain, Soldier-like and merry: Phrases such as camps may teach, Sabre-cuts of Saxon speech, Such as ”Bully!” ”Them’s the peach!” ”Wade in, Sanitary!” […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Her Letter. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Her Letter I’m sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the dance, In a robe even YOU would admire,— It cost a cool thousand in France; I’m be-diamonded out of all reason, My hair is done up in […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Miracle of Padre Junipero. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Miracle of Padre Junipero This is the tale that the Chronicle Tells of the wonderful miracle Wrought by the pious Padre Serro, The very reverend Junipero. The heathen stood on his ancient mound, Looking over the desert bound Into the […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Our Privilege. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Our Privilege Not ours, where battle smoke upcurls, And battle dews lie wet, To meet the charge that treason hurls By sword and bayonet. Not ours to guide the fatal scythe The fleshless Reaper wields; The harvest moon looks calmly down […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Evenèn Light. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Evenèn Light The while I took my bit o’ rest, Below my house’s eastern sheäde, The things that stood in vield an’ gleäde Wer bright in zunsheen vrom the west. There bright wer east-ward mound an’ wall, An’ bright wer trees, arisèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Fancy. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Fancy In stillness we ha’ words to hear, An’ sheäpes to zee in darkest night, An’ tongues a-lost can haïl us near, An’ souls a-gone can smile in zight; When Fancy now do wander back To years a-spent, an’ bring to mind […]