English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Wind in the Woone’s Feäce. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Wind in the Woone’s Feäce There lovely Jenny past, While the blast did blow On over Ashknowle Hill To the mill below; A-blinkèn quick, wi’ lashes long, Above her cheäks o’ red, Ageän the wind, a-beätèn strong, Upon her droopèn head. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Lew o’ the Rick. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Lew o’ the Rick At eventide the wind wer loud By trees an’ tuns above woone’s head, An’ all the sky wer woone dark cloud, Vor all it had noo raïn to shed; An’ as the darkness gather’d thick, I zot […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 7. Fill a Glass with Golden Wine. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 7. Fill a Glass with Golden Wine Fill a glass with golden wine, And the while your lips are wet Set their perfume unto mine, And forget, Every kiss we take and give Leaves us less of life to live. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Two an’ Two. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Two an’ Two The zun, O Jessie, while his feäce do rise In vi’ry skies, a-sheddèn out his light On yollow corn a-weävèn down below His yollow glow, is gaÿ avore the zight. By two an’ two, How goodly things do goo, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. To Me. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. To Me At night, as drough the meäd I took my waÿ, In aïr a-sweeten’d by the new-meäde haÿ, A stream a-vallèn down a rock did sound, Though out o’ zight wer foam an’ stwone to me. Behind the knap, above […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Raïlroad (I took a flight, awhile agoo). Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Raïlroad (I took a flight, awhile agoo) I took a flight, awhile agoo, Along the raïls, a stage or two, An’ while the heavy wheels did spin An’ rottle, wi’ a deafnèn din, In clouds o’ steam, the zweepèn traïn Did […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Leäne. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Leäne They do zay that a travellèn chap Have a-put in the newspeäper now, That the bit o’ green ground on the knap Should be all a-took in vor the plough. He do fancy ’tis easy to show That we can […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Wayfeärèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Wayfeärèn The sky wer clear, the zunsheen glow’d On droopèn flowers drough the day, As I did beät the dousty road Vrom hinder hills, a-feädèn gray; Drough hollows up the hills, Vrom knaps along by mills, Vrom mills by churches tow’rs, wi’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Stage Coach. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Stage Coach Ah! when the wold vo’k went abroad They thought it vast enough, If vow’r good ho’ses beät the road Avore the coach’s ruf; An’ there they zot, A-cwold or hot, An’ roll’d along the ground, While the whip did […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Ramon. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Ramon (REFUGIO MINE, NORTHERN MEXICO) Drunk and senseless in his place, Prone and sprawling on his face, More like brute than any man Alive or dead, By his great pump out of gear, Lay the peon engineer, Waking only just to […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Goddess. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Goddess CONTRIBUTED TO THE FAIR FOR THE LADIES’ PATRIOTIC FUND OF THE PACIFIC “Who comes?” The sentry’s warning cry Rings sharply on the evening air: Who comes? The challenge: no reply, Yet something motions there. A woman, […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. North Beach. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) North Beach (AFTER SPENSER) Lo! where the castle of bold Pfeiffer throws Its sullen shadow on the rolling tide,— No more the home where joy and wealth repose, But now where wassailers in cells abide; See yon long quay that stretches […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. What the Wolf Really Said to Little Red Riding-Hood. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) What the Wolf Really Said to Little Red Riding-Hood Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair, Why dost thou murmur and ponder and stare? “Why are my eyelids so open and wild?” Only the better to see with, my child! Only the better […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Croquis. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Croquis To G. W. The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then, He groped and fiddled doggedly along, His worn face glaring on the thoughtless throng The stony peevishness of sightless men. He seemed scarce older than his clothes. Again, Grotesquing […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. The Conquest. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Победа
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) The Conquest The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing; Him who bade England bow to Normandy And left the name of conqueror more than king To his unconquerable dynasty. Not fann’d alone by Victory’s fleeting wing, He rear’d […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Dolly Varden. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Dolly Varden Dear Dolly! who does not recall The thrilling page that pictured all Those charms that held our sense in thrall Just as the artist caught her,— As down that English lane she tripped, In bowered chintz, hat sideways tipped, Trim-bodiced, […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Grandmother Tenterden. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Grandmother Tenterden (MASSACHUSETTS SHORE, 1800) I mind it was but yesterday: The sun was dim, the air was chill; Below the town, below the hill, The sails of my son’s ship did fill,— My Jacob, who was cast away. He […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Alnaschar. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Alnaschar Here’s yer toy balloons! All sizes! Twenty cents for that. It rises Jest as quick as that ‘ere, Miss, Twice as big. Ye see it is Some more fancy. Make it square Fifty for ’em both. That’s fair. That’s the […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Tale of a Pony. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Tale of a Pony Name of my heroine, simply “Rose;” Surname, tolerable only in prose; Habitat, Paris,—that is where She resided for change of air; Aetat twenty; complexion fair; Rich, good looking, and debonnaire; Smarter than Jersey lightning. There! That’s her […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Madrono. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Madrono Captain of the Western wood, Thou that apest Robin Hood! Green above thy scarlet hose, How thy velvet mantle shows! Never tree like thee arrayed, O thou gallant of the glade! When the fervid August sun Scorches all it looks […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Coyote. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Coyote Blown out of the prairie in twilight and dew, Half bold and half timid, yet lazy all through; Loath ever to leave, and yet fearful to stay, He limps in the clearing, an outcast in gray. A shade on the […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. To a Sea-Bird. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) To a Sea-Bird (SANTA CRUZ, 1869) Sauntering hither on listless wings, Careless vagabond of the sea, Little thou heedest the surf that sings, The bar that thunders, the shale that rings,— Give me to keep thy company. Little thou hast, […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. A Second Review of the Grand Army. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) A Second Review of the Grand Army I read last night of the grand review In Washington’s chiefest avenue,— Two hundred thousand men in blue, I think they said was the number,— Till I seemed to hear their trampling feet, The bugle […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Reveille. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Reveille Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, And of armed men the hum; Lo! a nation’s hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum,— Saying, “Come, Freemen, come! Ere your heritage be wasted,” said the quick alarming drum. “Let […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Battle Bunny. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Battle Bunny (MALVERN HILL, 1864) “After the men were ordered to lie down, a white rabbit, which had been hopping hither and thither over the field swept by grape and musketry, took refuge among the skirmishers, in the breast of […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 2. We Are the Choice of the Will. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 2. We Are the Choice of the Will To R. F. B. We are the Choice of the Will: God, when He gave the word That called us into line, set in our hand a sword; Set […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. John Burns of Gettysburg. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) John Burns of Gettysburg Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?—No? Ah, well: Brief is the glory that hero earns, Briefer the story of poor John Burns. He was the fellow who won renown,— The only man […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. The Soul’s Expression. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) The Soul’s Expression WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream and thought and feeling interwound And inly answering all the senses round With octaves of a mystic depth […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Racketèn Joe. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Racketèn Joe Eclogue. RACKETÈN JOE. Racketèn Joe; his Sister; his Cousin Fanny; and the Dog. RACKETÈN JOE. Heigh! heigh! here. Who’s about? HIS SISTER. Oh! lauk! Here’s Joe, a rantèn lout, A-meäkèn his wild randy-rout. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Times o’ Year. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Times o’ Year Here did swaÿ the eltrot flow’rs, When the hours o’ night wer vew, An’ the zun, wi’ early beams Brighten’d streams, an’ dried the dew, An’ the goocoo there did greet Passers by wi’ dousty veet. There the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. What John wer a-tellèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. What John wer a-tellèn WHAT JOHN WER A-TELLÈN HIS MIS’ESS OUT IN THE CORN GROUND. Ah! mam! you woonce come here the while The zun, long years agoo, did shed His het upon the wheat in hile, Wi’ yollow hau’m an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Oben Vields. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Oben Vields Well, you mid keep the town an’ street, Wi’ grassless stwones to beät your veet, An’ zunless windows where your brows Be never cooled by swaÿèn boughs; An’ let me end, as I begun, My days in oben aïr an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Hawthorn Down. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Hawthorn Down All up the down’s cool brow I work’d in noontide’s gleäre, On where the slow-wheel’d plow ’D a-wore the grass half bare. An’ gil’cups quiver’d quick, As aïr did pass, An’ deäisies huddled thick Among the grass. The while […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Love Child. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Love Child Where the bridge out at Woodley did stride, Wi’ his wide arches’ cool sheäded bow, Up above the clear brook that did slide By the popples, befoam’d white as snow: As the gilcups did quiver among The white deäisies, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Child an’ the Mowers. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Child an’ the Mowers O, aye! they had woone child bezide, An’ a finer your eyes never met, ’Twer a dear little fellow that died In the zummer that come wi’ such het; By the mowers, too thoughtless in fun, He […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Lindenore. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Lindenore At Lindenore upon the steep, Bezide the trees a-reachèn high, The while their lower limbs do zweep The river-stream a-flowèn by; By grægle bells in beds o’ blue, Below the tree-stems in the lew, Calm aïr do vind the rwose-bound door, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 27. Is My Team Ploughing. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 27. Цела ль моя упряжка
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 27. Is My Team Ploughing “Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?” Ay, the horses trample, The harness jingles now; No change though you […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Come an’ zee us. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Come an’ zee us Eclogue. COME AND ZEE US IN THE ZUMMER. John; William; William’s Bwoy; and William’s Maïd at Feäir. JOHN. Zoo here be your childern, a-sheärèn Your feäir-day, an’ each wi’ a feäirèn. WILLIAM. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Zunday. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Zunday In zummer, when the sheädes do creep Below the Zunday steeple, round The mossy stwones, that love cut deep Wi’ neämes that tongues noo mwore do sound, The leäne do lose the stalkèn team, An’ dry-rimm’d waggon-wheels be still, An’ hills […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Lydlinch Bells. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Lydlinch Bells When skies wer peäle wi’ twinklèn stars, An’ whislèn aïr a-risèn keen; An’ birds did leäve the icy bars To vind, in woods, their mossy screen; When vrozen grass, so white’s a sheet, Did scrunchy sharp below our […]