English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Ellen Brine ov Allenburn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Ellen Brine ov Allenburn Noo soul did hear her lips complaïn, An’ she’s a-gone vrom all her païn, An’ others’ loss to her is gaïn For she do live in heaven’s love; Vull many a longsome day an’ week She bore her […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. Upon the Silent Woman. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) Upon the Silent Woman Hear, you bad writers, and though you not see, I will inform you where you happy be: Provide the most malicious thoughts you can, And bend them all against some private man, To bring him, not his vices, on the […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. In Laudem Authoris. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) In Laudem Authoris Like to the weake estate of a poore friend, To whom sweet fortune hath bene euer slow, VVhich dayly doth that happy howre attend, VVhen his poore state may his affection shew: So fares my loue, not able as the rest, […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. The Indifferent. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) The Indifferent Never more will I protest, To love a woman but in jest: For as they cannot be true, So, to give each man his due, When the wooing fit is past Their affection cannot last. Therefore, if I chance to meet […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. In No Strange Land. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) In No Strange Land O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee! Does the fish soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air– That we […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. A Sonnet. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) A Sonnet Flattering Hope, away and leave me, She’ll not come, thou dost deceive me; Hark the cock crows, th’ envious light Chides away the silent night; Yet she comes not, oh ! how I tire Betwixt cold fear and hot desire. Here […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. Salmacis and Hermaphroditus. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) Salmacis and Hermaphroditus MY wanton lines doe treate of amorous loue, Such as would bow the hearts of gods aboue: Then Venus, thou great Citherean Queene, That hourely tript on the Idalian greene, Thou laughing Erycina, daygne to see The verses wholly consecrate to […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie. Роберт Бернс. «Вилли рыжий, Вилли ражий…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie O rattlin’, roarin’ Willie, O, he held to the fair, An’ for to sell his fiddle, An’ buy some other ware; But parting wi’ his fiddle, The saut tear blin’t his ee; And rattlin’, roarin’ Willie, Ye’re welcome hame to me! […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. There Was a Bonnie Lass. Роберт Бернс. «На свете девушка жила…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * There was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie lass, And she lo’ed her bonnie laddie dear; Till war’s loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi’ mony a sigh and tear. Over sea, over shore, where the cannons […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Behold, from the land of the farther suns. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Behold, from the land of the farther suns I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming place, Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces, Shrouded above in black impenetrableness. I shrank, loathing, Sick with it. And I said to him, “What is this?” He […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There were many who went in huddled procession. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There were many who went in huddled procession, They knew not whither; But, at any rate, success or calamity Would attend all in equality. There was one who sought a new road. He went into direful thickets, And ultimately he […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a man and a woman. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishment All upon the head of her, And went away gaily. II There was a man and a woman Who sinned. And […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The wayfarer. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. “Ha,” he said, “I see that none has passed here In a long time.” Later he saw that each weed Was a singular knife. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I walked in a desert. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I walked in a desert. And I cried, “Ah, God, take me from this place!” A voice said, “It is no desert.” I cried, “Well, But – The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.” A voice said, “It is no desert.” […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I stood upon a high place. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning, And said, “Comrade! Brother!” Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once Tell […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Snow. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Snow In the gloom of whiteness, In the great silence of snow, A child was sighing And bitterly saying: “Oh, They have killed a white bird up there on her nest, The down is fluttering from her breast!” And still it fell through that […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To Thomas Moore. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Томасу Муру
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To Thomas Moore My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here’s a double health to thee! Here’s a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once there came a man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once there came a man Who said, “Range me all men of the world in rows.” And instantly There was terrific clamour among the people Against being ranged in rows. There was a loud quarrel, world-wide. It endured for ages; And […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. In the desert. Стивен Крейн. В пустыне
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said: “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter – bitter,” he answered; “But I like it […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Forth went the candid man. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind – When he looked about him he was in a far strange country. Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars – Yellow light tore […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To a million merciful and sneering men, While families cuddle the joys of the fireside When spurred by tale of dire […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Tradition, thou art for suckling children. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes; But no meat for men is in thee. Then – But, alas, we all are babes. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture When the […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Ay, workman, make me a dream. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Ay, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be of the cloth of meadows. And — good workman – And let there be a man walking thereon. Stephen Crane’s other […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was a land where lived no violets. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was a land where lived no violets. A traveller at once demanded : ”Why?” The people told him: ”Once the violets of this place spoke thus: ’Until some woman freely gives her lover To another woman We will fight in […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once, I knew a fine song. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once, I knew a fine song, — It is true, believe me – It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket, Heavens! They all flew away. I cried, ”Come back, little […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. If I should cast off this tattered coat. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there But a vast blue, Echoless, ignorant – What then? Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood — blood and torn grass – Had marked the rise of his agony – This lone hunter. The grey-green woods impassive Had watched the threshing of his limbs. A […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man feared that he might find an assassin. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once Tell brave […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The successful man has thrust himself. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes – Bloody mistakes; Slimed with victories over the lesser, A figure thankful on the shore of money. Then, with the bones of fools He […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I stood musing in a black world. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my feet. And I saw the quick stream of men Pouring ceaselessly, Filled with eager faces, A torrent of desire. I called to them, ”Where do you go? […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A youth in apparel that glittered. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all in garb of old days; He, scowling through the thickets, And dagger poised quivering, Rushed upon the youth. ”Sir,” said […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There came whisperings in the winds. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There came whisperings in the winds: ”Good-bye! Good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkness: ”Good-bye! Good-bye!” Then I stretched forth my arms. ”No — no — ” There came whisperings in the wind ”Good-bye! Good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkness: […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I met a seer. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. ”Sir,” I addressed him, ”Let me read.” ”Child — ” he began. ”Sir,” I said, ”Think not that I am a child, For already I know much […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Should the wide world roll away. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Should the wide world roll away, Leaving black terror, Limitless night, Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand Would be to me essential, If thou and thy white arms were there, And the fall to doom a long way. Stephen […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. If there is a witness to my little life. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * If there is a witness to my little life, To my tiny throes and struggles, He sees a fool; And it is not fine for gods to menace fools. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Upon the road of my life. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, I made speech: ”Who art thou?” But she, like the others, Kept cowled her face, And answered in haste, anxiously, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. The trees in the garden rained flowers. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there were some Who gathered great heaps – Having opportunity and skill – Until, behold, only chance blossoms Remained for the feeble. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was one I met upon the road. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was one I met upon the road Who looked at me with kind eyes. Her said, ”Show me of your wares.” And this I did, Holding forth one. He said, ”It is a sin.” Then held I forth another; […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. You tell me this is God?. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle, and an ass. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with gesture The ocean said to me once Tell brave deeds of war […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A spirit sped. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, ”God! God!” He went through valleys Of black death-slime, Ever calling, ”God! God!” Their echoes From crevice and cavern Mocked him: ”God! God! God!” Fleetly into the […]