English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Milkèn Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Milkèn Time ’Twer when the busy birds did vlee, Wi’ sheenèn wings, vrom tree to tree, To build upon the mossy lim’, Their hollow nestes’ rounded rim; The while the zun, a-zinkèn low, Did roll along his evenèn bow, I come along […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. John Bleäke at Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. John Bleäke at Hwome JOHN BLEÄKE AT HWOME AT NIGHT No: where the woak do overspread, The grass begloom’d below his head, An’ water, under bowèn zedge, A-springèn vrom the river’s edge, Do ripple, as the win’ do blow, An’ sparkle, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Bleäke’s House. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Bleäke’s House John Bleäke he had a bit o’ ground Come to en by his mother’s zide; An’ after that, two hunderd pound His uncle left en when he died; “Well now,” cried John, “my mind’s a-bent To build a house, an’ […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Valenciennes. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Valenciennes WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, And from our mortars tons of iron hummed Ath’art the ditch, the month we bombed The Town o’ Valencieën. ‘Twas in the June o’ Ninety-dree (The Duke o’ Yark our then Commander beën) The German […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Wold Wall. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Wold Wall Here, Jeäne, we vu’st did meet below The leafy boughs, a-swingèn slow, Avore the zun, wi’ evenèn glow, Above our road, a-beamèn red; The grass in zwath wer in the meäds, The water gleam’d among the reeds In aïr […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. A Northern Legend. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) A Northern Legend From the German of Uhland There sits a lovely maiden, The ocean murmuring nigh; She throws the hook, and watches; The fishes pass it by. A ring, with a red jewel, Is sparkling on her hand; Upon […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Upon the Mountain’s Distant Head. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) * * * Upon the mountain’s distant head, With trackless snows for ever white, Where all is still, and cold, and dead, Late shines the day’s departing light. But far below those icy rocks, The vales, in summer bloom arrayed, Woods […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Two Graves. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Two Graves ‘Tis a bleak wild hill,—but green and bright In the summer warmth and the mid-day light; There’s the hum of the bee and the chirp of the wren, And the dash of the brook from the alder glen; There’s […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Disinterred Warrior. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Disinterred Warrior Gather him to his grave again, And solemnly and softly lay, Beneath the verdure of the plain, The warrior’s scattered bones away. Pay the deep reverence, taught of old, The homage of man’s heart to death; Nor dare to […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Damsel of Peru. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Damsel of Peru Where olive leaves were twinkling in every wind that blew, There sat beneath the pleasant shade a damsel of Peru. Betwixt the slender boughs, as they opened to the air, Came glimpses of her ivory neck and of […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Romero. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Romero When freedom, from the land of Spain, By Spain’s degenerate sons was driven, Who gave their willing limbs again To wear the chain so lately riven; Romero broke the sword he wore— “Go, faithful brand,” the warrior said, “Go, undishonoured, never […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Lines on Revisiting the Country. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Lines on Revisiting the Country I stand upon my native hills again, Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky With garniture of waving grass and grain, Orchards, and beechen forests, basking lie, While deep the sunless glens are scooped between, […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. To a Musquito. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) To a Musquito Fair insect! that, with threadlike legs spread out, And blood-extracting bill and filmy wing, Does murmur, as thou slowly sail’st about, In pitiless ears full many a plaintive thing, And tell how little our large veins should bleed, Would […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. I Cannot Forget with What Fervid Devotion. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) * * * I cannot forget with what fervid devotion I worshipped the vision of verse and of fame. Each gaze at the glories of earth, sky, and ocean, To my kindled emotions, was wind over flame. And deep were my […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. To a Lady. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) To a Lady Offended by a Book of the Writer’s NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, Never to press thy cosy cushions more, Or wake thy ready Yeas as heretofore, Or stir thy gentle vows of faith in me: Knowing […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Hymn of the Waldenses. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Hymn of the Waldenses Hear, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock; While those, who seek to slay thy children, hold Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold; And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. An Indian Story. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) An Indian Story “I know where the timid fawn abides In the depths of the shaded dell, Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides, With its many stems and its tangled sides, From the eye of the hunter well. […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. March. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) March The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies, I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Rivulet. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Rivulet This little rill, that from the springs Of yonder grove its current brings, Plays on the slope a while, and then Goes prattling into groves again, Oft to its warbling waters drew My little feet, when life was new, When […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Indian Girl’s Lament. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Indian Girl’s Lament An Indian girl was sitting where Her lover, slain in battle, slept; Her maiden veil, her own black hair, Came down o’er eyes that wept; And wildly, in her woodland tongue, This sad and simple lay she sung: […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Massacre at Scio. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Massacre at Scio Weep not for Scio’s children slain; Their blood, by Turkish falchions shed, Sends not its cry to Heaven in vain For vengeance on the murderer’s head. Though high the warm red torrent ran Between the flames that […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. «Blessed are they that Mourn». Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) «Blessed are they that Mourn» Oh, deem not they are blest alone Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep; The Power who pities man, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. The light of smiles shall fill again The lids […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. A Winter Piece. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) A Winter Piece The time has been that these wild solitudes, Yet beautiful as wild, were trod by me Oftener than now; and when the ills of life Had chafed my spirit—when the unsteady pulse Beat with strange flutterings—I would wander forth […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Green River. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Green River When breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Song (Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow). Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Song (Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow) Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow Reflects the day-dawn cold and clear, The hunter of the west must go In depth of woods to seek the deer. His rifle on his shoulder […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Selfsame Song. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Selfsame Song A bird sings the selfsame song, With never a fault in its flow, That we listened to here those long Long years ago. A pleasing marvel is how A strain of such rapturous rote Should have gone on thus […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Ages. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Ages I. When to the common rest that crowns our days, Called in the noon of life, the good man goes, Or full of years, and ripe in wisdom, lays His silver temples in their last repose; When, o’er the […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. An Excellent New Song. Fourth Ballad (May 1796). Роберт Бернс. Отличная новая песня. Четвёртая баллада (Май 1796 г.)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) An Excellent New Song. Fourth Ballad (May 1796) Wha will buy my troggin, Fine election ware; Broken trade o’ Broughton, A’ in high repair? Buy braw troggin, Frae the banks o’ Dee; Wha wants troggin Let him come to me. There’s a […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. John Bushby’s Lamentation. Third Ballad. Роберт Бернс. Жалоба Джона Бушби. Третья баллада
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) John Bushby’s Lamentation. Third Ballad ’Twas in the seventeen hunder year O’ grace and ninety-five, That year I was the wae’est man O’ ony man alive. In March the three-and-twentieth morn Tho sun raise clear and bright; But oh I was a waefu’ […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Election. Second Ballad. Роберт Бернс. Выборы. Вторая баллада
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Election. Second Ballad Fy, let us a’ to Kirkoudbright, For there will be bickerin’ there; For Murray’s light-horse are to muster, And O, how the heroes will swear! An’ there will be Murray commander, And Gordon the battle to win; Like brothers they’ll […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Heron Ballads. First Ballad. Роберт Бернс. Баллады Герона. Первая баллада
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Heron Ballads. First Ballad Whom will you send to London town, To Parliament and a’ that? Or wha in a’ the country round The best deserves to fa’ that? For a’ that, an’ a’ that, Thro’ Galloway an’ a’ that! Where is the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Early Plaÿmeäte. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Early Plaÿmeäte After many long years had a-run, The while I wer a-gone vrom the pleäce, I come back to the vields, where the zun Ov her childhood did show me her feäce. There her father, years wolder, did stoop. An’ her […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. John jealous. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. John jealous Eclogue. JOHN, JEALOUS AT SHROTON FEÄIR. Jeäne; her Brother; John, her Sweetheart; and Racketèn Joe. JEÄNE. I’m thankvul I be out o’ that Thick crowd, an’ not asquot quite flat. That ever we should plunge in […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Castle Ruins. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Castle Ruins A happy day at Whitsuntide, As soon’s the zun begun to vall, We all stroll’d up the steep hill-zide To Meldon, girt an’ small; Out where the castle wall stood high A-mwoldrèn to the zunny sky. An’ there […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Grammer a-crippled. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Grammer a-crippled “The zunny copse ha’ birds to zing, The leäze ha’ cows to low, The elem trees ha’ rooks on wing, The meäds a brook to flow, But I can walk noo mwore, to pass The drashel out abrode, To wear […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Hedger. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Hedger Upon the hedge theäse bank did bear, Wi’ lwonesome thought untwold in words, I woonce did work, wi’ noo sound there But my own strokes, an’ chirpèn birds; As down the west the zun went wan, An’ days brought on […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Ivy-Wife. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Ivy-Wife I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reach, And signalled unity. But with his drip he forced a breach, And tried to poison me. I gave the grasp […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Two Churches. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Two Churches A happy day, a happy year, A zummer Zunday, dazzlèn clear, I went athirt vrom Lea to Noke. To goo to church wi’ Fanny’s vo’k: The sky o’ blue did only show A cloud or two, so white as […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Naighbour Plaÿmeätes. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Naighbour Plaÿmeätes O jaÿ betide the dear wold mill, My naïghbour plaÿmeätes’ happy hwome, Wi’ rollèn wheel, an’ leäpèn foam, Below the overhangèn hill, Where, wide an’ slow, The stream did flow, An’ flags did grow, an’ lightly vlee Below the grey-leav’d […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Hallowed Pleäces. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Hallowed Pleäces At Woodcombe farm, wi’ ground an’ tree Hallow’d by times o’ youthvul glee, At Chris’mas time I spent a night Wi’ feäces dearest to my zight; An’ took my wife to tread, woonce mwore, Her maïden hwome’s vorseäken vloor, An’ […]