English Poetry. Robert Browning. A Serenade at the Villa. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) A Serenade at the Villa I That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained and tight Tent of heaven, a planet small: Life was dead and so was light. II […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. The Real and True and Sure. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) The Real and True and Sure Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit, Mere imitation of the inimitable: In heaven we have the real and true and sure. ’Tis there they neither marry nor are given In marriage but are as the angels: right, […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Protus. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Protus Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast,— One loves a baby face, with violets there, Violets instead of laurel in the hair, As those were […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Meeting at Night. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Meeting at Night I The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Home-Thoughts, from the Sea. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Home-Thoughts, from the Sea Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ‘mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest North-East distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; “Here […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. A Grammarian’s Funeral. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) A Grammarian’s Funeral Shortly after the Revival of Learning in Europe Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Confessions. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Confessions What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears?” Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I view again Where the physic bottles stand […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church Rome, 15— Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews—sons mine… ah God, I know not! Well— She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Braddan Vicarage. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Braddan Vicarage I WONDER if in that fair isle, Some child is growing now, like me When I was child: care-pricked, yet healed the while With balm of rock and sea. I wonder if the purple ring […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Specula. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Specula When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth— It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny plot. Nor think, if haply He thou seek’st be late, He does thee wrong. To […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Tolerance. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Tolerance ‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I, ‘To bear with such, and pass it by; Yet so I do, I know not why!’ And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise I might have saved […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Disguises. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Disguises High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries haste. Then He that is most dear in my regard Of all the crew gives aidance […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Ibant Obscuræ. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Ibant Obscuræ To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to me Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn, Of the sun’s wreck and clashing surges born. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Pain. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Pain The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; ’Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the larger state, Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot! Moreover, while we wait the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Moonlight. Томас Гарди (Харди). В лунном свете
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Moonlight “O lonely workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and stare At her grave, as no other grave where there?” “If your great gaunt eyes so importune Her soul by the shine of this corpse-cold moon, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. His Immortality. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) His Immortality I I saw a dead man’s finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: “This must be His immortality.” II I looked there as the seasons wore, And still his soul continuously upbore […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The New House a-gettèn Wold. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The New House a-gettèn Wold Ah! when our wedded life begun, Theäse clean-wall’d house of ours wer new; Wi’ thatch as yollor as the zun Avore the cloudless sky o’ blue; The sky o’ blue that then did bound The blue-hilled worold’s […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Zummer Winds. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Zummer Winds Let me work, but mid noo tie Hold me vrom the oben sky, When zummer winds, in plaÿsome flight, Do blow on vields in noon-day light, Or ruslèn trees, in twilight night. Sweet’s a stroll, By flow’ry knowl, or blue-feäcèd […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Come. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Come Wull ye come in eärly Spring, Come at Easter, or in Maÿ? Or when Whitsuntide mid bring Longer light to show your waÿ? Wull ye come, if you be true, Vor to quicken love anew. Wull ye call in Spring or […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Lilac. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Lilac Dear lilac-tree, a-spreadèn wide Thy purple blooth on ev’ry zide, As if the hollow sky did shed Its blue upon thy flow’ry head; Oh! whether I mid sheäre wi’ thee Thy open aïr, my bloomèn tree, Or zee thy blossoms […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Water Crowvoot. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Water Crowvoot O’ small-feäc’d flow’r that now dost bloom To stud wi’ white the shallow Frome, An’ leäve the clote to spread his flow’r On darksome pools o’ stwoneless Stour, When sof’ly-rizèn aïrs do cool The water in the sheenèn pool, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Zummer Hedge. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Zummer Hedge As light do gleäre in ev’ry ground, Wi’ boughy hedges out a-round A-climmèn up the slopèn brows O’ hills, in rows o’ sheädy boughs: The while the hawthorn buds do blow As thick as stars, an’ white as snow; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Spring. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Spring Now the zunny aïr’s a-blowèn Softly over flowers a-growèn; An’ the sparklèn light do quiver On the ivy-bough an’ river; Bleätèn lambs, wi’ woolly feäces, Now do plaÿ, a-runnèn reäces; An’ the springèn Lark’s a-zingèn, Lik’ a dot avore the cloud, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Zun-zet. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Zun-zet Where the western zun, unclouded, Up above the grey hill-tops, Did sheen drough ashes, lofty sh’ouded. On the turf bezide the copse, In zummer weather, We together, Sorrow-slightèn, work-vorgettèn. Gambol’d wi’ the zun a-zetten. There, by flow’ry bows o’ bramble, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Embarcation. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Embarcation Southampton Docks: October 1899 Here, where Vespasian’s legions struck the sands, And Cendric with the Saxons entered in, And Henry’s army lept afloat to win Convincing triumphs over neighboring lands, Vaster battalions press for further strands, To argue in the […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. A Serenade at the Villa. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) A Serenade at the Villa I That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained and tight Tent of heaven, a planet small: Life was dead and so was light. II […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. The Real and True and Sure. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) The Real and True and Sure Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit, Mere imitation of the inimitable: In heaven we have the real and true and sure. ’Tis there they neither marry nor are given In marriage but are as the angels: right, […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Protus. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Protus Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast,— One loves a baby face, with violets there, Violets instead of laurel in the hair, As those were […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Meeting at Night. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Meeting at Night I The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Home-Thoughts, from the Sea. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Home-Thoughts, from the Sea Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ‘mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest North-East distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; “Here […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. A Grammarian’s Funeral. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) A Grammarian’s Funeral Shortly after the Revival of Learning in Europe Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Confessions. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Confessions What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears?” Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I view again Where the physic bottles stand […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church Rome, 15— Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews—sons mine… ah God, I know not! Well— She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Braddan Vicarage. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Braddan Vicarage I WONDER if in that fair isle, Some child is growing now, like me When I was child: care-pricked, yet healed the while With balm of rock and sea. I wonder if the purple ring […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Specula. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Specula When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth— It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny plot. Nor think, if haply He thou seek’st be late, He does thee wrong. To […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Tolerance. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Tolerance ‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I, ‘To bear with such, and pass it by; Yet so I do, I know not why!’ And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise I might have saved […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Disguises. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Disguises High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries haste. Then He that is most dear in my regard Of all the crew gives aidance […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Ibant Obscuræ. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Ibant Obscuræ To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to me Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn, Of the sun’s wreck and clashing surges born. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Pain. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Pain The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; ’Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the larger state, Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot! Moreover, while we wait the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Moonlight. Томас Гарди (Харди). В лунном свете
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Moonlight “O lonely workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and stare At her grave, as no other grave where there?” “If your great gaunt eyes so importune Her soul by the shine of this corpse-cold moon, […]