English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Autumn in the Garden. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Autumn in the Garden When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the golden soil Through the toil Of a hundred […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Arrival. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Arrival Across a thousand miles of sea, a hundred leagues of land, Along a path I had not traced and could not understand, I travelled fast and far for this, — to take thee by the hand. A pilgrim […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. America’s Prosperity. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) America’s Prosperity They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold In glittering flood has poured into thy chest; Thy flocks and herds increase, thy barns are pressed With harvest, and thy stores can hardly hold Their merchandise; unending trains are […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. A Rondeau of College Rhymes. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) A Rondeau of College Rhymes Our college rhymes,–how light they seem, Like little ghosts of love’s young dream That led our boyish hearts away From lectures and from books, to stray By flowery mead and flowing stream! There’s nothing here, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. A Prayer for a Mother’s Birthday. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) A Prayer for a Mother’s Birthday Lord Jesus, Thou hast known A mother’s love and tender care: And Thou wilt hear, while for my own Mother most dear I make this birthday prayer. Protect her life, I pray, Who gave […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. A Home Song. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) A Home Song I read within a poet’s book A word that starred the page: ”Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage!” Yes, that is true; and something more You’ll find, where’er […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. A Health to Mark Twain. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) A Health to Mark Twain At his Birthday Feast With memories old and wishes new We crown our cups again, And here’s to you, and here’s to you With love that ne’er shall wane! And may you keep, at sixty-seven, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Child in the Garden. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Child in the Garden When to the garden of untroubled thought I came of late, and saw the open door, And wished again to enter, and explore The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought, And bowers of innocence with beauty […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Panthea. Оскар Уайльд. Пантея
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Panthea NAY, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight,– I am too young to live without desire, Too young art thou to waste this summer night Asking those idle questions which of old Man sought of seer and […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Stanzas . Джордж Гордон Байрон. Стансы
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Stanzas When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours; Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knocked on the head for his labours. To […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Black Birds. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Black Birds I Once, only once, I saw it clear, – That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but always far away! Ah, well do I remember how it seemed, Through the still atmosphere Of that enchanted […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Music. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Music I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her Love and saw her Lord depart, Then breathed her wonder and her woe forlorn Into a single cry, and […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Love’s Nearness. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Love’s Nearness I think of thee, when golden sunbeams shimmer Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moon’s pale glimmer, I think of thee. I see thy form, when down the distant highway The dust-clouds rise; In deepest night, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Late Spring. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Late Spring I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, — the dear desire Of every heart that longs For bloom, and fragrance, and the ruby fire Of maple-buds along […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Katrina’s Sun-Dial. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Katrina’s Sun-Dial Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by! Love stays. Henry Van Dyke’s other poems: The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens The Wind of Sorrow Spring in the South Patria Nepenthe To the dedicated […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Inscriptions for a Friend’s House. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Inscriptions for a Friend’s House THE HOUSE The cornerstone in Truth is laid, The guardian walls of Honour made, The roof of Faith is built above, The fire upon the hearth is Love: Though rains descend and loud winds call, This […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Wordsworth. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Wordsworth Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls Among the mountains, and thy song is fed By living springs far up the watershed; No whirling flood nor parching drought controls The crystal current: even on the shoals […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Without Disguise. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Without Disguise If I have erred in showing all my heart, And lost your favour by a lack of pride; If standing like a beggar at your side With naked feet, I have forgot the art Of those who […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. War-Music. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) War-Music Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war’s alarms. Hark, a sudden trumpet calling Over the hill! Why are you calling, trumpet, calling? What is your will? […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Undine. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Undine ’T was far away and long ago, When I was but a dreaming boy, This fairy tale of love and woe Entranced my heart with tearful joy; And while with white Undine I wept, Your spirit, — ah, how strange […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Queen Henrietta Maria. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Queen Henrietta Maria IN the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain: The clamorous clang of arms, the ensanguined sky, War’s ruin, and the wreck of chivalry, To her […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Two Schools. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Two Schools I put my heart to school In the world, where men grow wise, ”Go out,” I said, ”and learn the rule; Come back when you win a prize.” My heart came back again: ”Now where is the prize?” […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Twilight in the Alps. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Twilight in the Alps I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle forth. A thousand bells Go chiming after her across the fair And flowery uplands, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. To Julia Marlowe. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) To Julia Marlowe Long had I loved this ”Attic shape,” the brede Of marble maidens round this urn divine: But when your golden voice began to read, The empty urn was filled with Chian wine. Henry Van Dyke’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. To James Whitcomb Riley. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) To James Whitcomb Riley On his ”Book of Joyous Children” Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of day there. Old-time tunes […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Wind of Sorrow. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Wind of Sorrow The fire of love was burning, yet so low That in the dark we scarce could see its rays, And in the light of perfect-placid days Nothing but smouldering embers dull and slow. Vainly, for love’s delight, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Sun-Dial at Wells College. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Sun-Dial at Wells College The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine: One hour […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens This is the soldier brave enough to tell The glory-dazzled world that `war is hell’: Lover of peace, he looks beyond the strife, And rides through hell to save his country’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Proud Lady. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Proud Lady When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With costly merchantry. A lady dwelt in that rich town, The fairest in all the land; She […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Price of Peace. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Price of Peace Peace without Justice is a low estate,– A coward cringing to an iron Fate! But Peace through Justice is the great ideal,– We’ll pay the price of war to make it real. Henry Van Dyke’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Gentle Traveller. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Gentle Traveller Through many a land your journey ran, And showed the best the world can boast: Now tell me, traveller, if you can, The place that pleased you most.” She laid her hands upon my breast, And […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Salve Saturnia Tellus. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Salve Saturnia Tellus I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the mountain’s heart I came And saw the land for which my life had yearned, I laughed as one who some great […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Empty Quatrain. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Empty Quatrain A flawless cup: how delicate and fine The flowing curve of every jewelled line! Look, turn it up or down, ’t is perfect still,– But holds no drop of life’s heart-warming wine. Henry Van Dyke’s other poems: The […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Storm-Music. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Storm-Music O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,– Nothing but Nature’s melodies? Nay, thou hearest all her tones, As a Queen must hear! Sounds of wrath and fear, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Stand Fast!. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Stand Fast! Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand One in the faith that makes a mighty land, True to the bond you gave and will not break And fearless in the fight for conscience’ sake! […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Sicily, December 1908. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Sicily, December 1908 O garden isle, beloved by Sun and Sea, – Whose bluest billows kiss thy curving bays, Whose amorous light enfolds thee in warm rays That fill with fruit each dark-leaved orange-tree, – What hidden hatred hath the Earth […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Shelley. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Shelley Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some unearthly music, and possessed With painful passionate longing to invest The golden dream of Love’s immortal fire In […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Robert Browning. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Robert Browning How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, In winding graveyard pathways underground, For Browning’s lineage! What if men have found Poor footmen or rich merchants on the roll Of his forbears? Did they beget his soul? […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Remarks about Kings. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Remarks about Kings ”God said I am tired of kings.” — EMERSON God said, ”I am tired of kings,”– But that was a long while ago! And meantime man said, ”No,– I like their looks in their robes and […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Portrait and Reality. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Portrait and Reality If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the same, by night or day; Crossing the crowded street, or moving bright ’Mid festal throngs, or reading by […]