English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. The Lazy Roof. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) The Lazy Roof The Roof it has a Lazy Time A-Lying in the Sun; The Walls, they have to Hold Him Up; They do Not Have Much Fun! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: On Digital Extremities The Floorless Room Psycholophon The Goops An Alphabet […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. My Feet. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) My Feet My Feet they haul me Round the House, They Hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to Steer them, and They Ride me Everywheres! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: On Digital Extremities The Lazy Roof The Floorless Room Psycholophon The Goops […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. The Floorless Room. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) The Floorless Room I Wish that my Room had a Floor! I don’t so Much Care for a Door, But this Crawling Around Without Touching the Ground Is Getting to be Quite a Bore! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: On Digital Extremities The […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. An Alphabet of Famous Goops. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) * * * AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you ’ll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless Dupes Of Failings Such as Mar these Groups – We all are Human! 1 ABEDNEGO was Meek and […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. A Woman’s Reason. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) A Woman’s Reason I’m Sure every Word that you say is Absurd; I Say it’s All Gummidge and Twaddle; You may Argue away till the 19th of May, But I don’t like the Sound of the Moddle! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Vields by Watervalls. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Vields by Watervalls When our downcast looks be smileless, Under others’ wrongs an’ slightèns, When our daily deeds be guileless, An’ do meet unkind requitèns, You can meäke us zome amends Vor wrongs o’ foes, an’ slights o’ friends;— O flow’ry-gleäded, timber-sheäded […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Freedom. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) Freedom Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Song for the Luddites. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Песня для луддитов
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Song for the Luddites I. As the Liberty lads o’er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Will die fighting, or live free, And down with all kings but King Ludd! II. When […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Zummer Stream. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Zummer Stream Ah! then the grassy-meäded Maÿ Did warm the passèn year, an’ gleam Upon the yellow-grounded stream, That still by beech-tree sheädes do straÿ. The light o’ weäves, a-runnèn there, Did plaÿ on leaves up over head, An’ vishes scealy zides […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Lark. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Lark As I, below the mornèn sky, Wer out a workèn in the lew O’ black-stemm’d thorns, a-springèn high, Avore the worold-boundèn blue, A-reäkèn, under woak tree boughs, The orts a-left behin’ by cows. Above the grey-grow’d thistle rings, An’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. In the Spring. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. In the Spring My love is the maïd ov all maïdens, Though all mid be comely, Her skin’s lik’ the jessamy blossom A-spread in the Spring. Her smile is so sweet as a beäby’s Young smile on his mother, Her eyes […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gwaïn down the Steps. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gwaïn down the Steps While zuns do roll vrom east to west To bring us work, or leäve us rest, There down below the steep hill-zide, Drough time an’ tide, the spring do flow; An’ mothers there, vor years a-gone, Lik’ daughters […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Waggon a-stooded. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Waggon a-stooded Dree o’m a-ta’kèn o’t. (1) Well, here we be, then, wi’ the vu’st poor lwoad O’ vuzz we brought, a-stoodèd in the road. (2) The road, George, no. There’s na’r a road. That’s wrong. If we’d a […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Light or Sheäde. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Light or Sheäde A Maÿtide’s evenèn wer a-dyèn, Under moonsheen, into night, Wi’ a streamèn wind a-sighèn By the thorns a-bloomèn white. Where in sheäde, a-zinkèn deeply, Wer a nook, all dark but lew, By a bank, arisèn steeply, Not to let […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Bishop’s Caundle. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Bishop’s Caundle At peace day, who but we should goo To Caundle vor an’ hour or two: As gaÿ a day as ever broke Above the heads o’ Caundle vo’k, Vor peace, a-come vor all, did come To them wi’ two new […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Times. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Times Eclogue. John an’ Tom. JOHN. Well, Tom, how be’st? Zoo thou’st a-got thy neäme Among the leaguers, then, as I’ve a heärd. TOM. Aye, John, I have, John; an’ I ben’t afeärd To […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Witch. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Witch There’s thik wold hag, Moll Brown, look zee, jus’ past! I wish the ugly sly wold witch Would tumble over into ditch; I woulden pull her out not very vast. No, no. I don’t think she’s a bit […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Girt Wold House o’ Mossy Stwone. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Girt Wold House o’ Mossy Stwone The girt wold house o’ mossy stwone, Up there upon the knap alwone, Had woonce a bleäzèn kitchèn-vier, That cook’d vor poor-vo’k an’ a squier. The very last ov all the reäce That […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Mermaid. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Mermaid I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With a comb of pearl, On a throne? II I would be a mermaid fair; I would sing to myself […]
English Poetry. Richard Doddridge Blackmore. The Well of Saint John. Ричард Додридж Блэкмор.
Richard Doddridge Blackmore (Ричард Додридж Блэкмор) The Well of Saint John He “THERE is plenty of room for two in here, Within the steep tunnel of old grey stone; And the well is so dark, and the spring so clear, It is quite unsafe to go down […]
English Poetry. Richard Doddridge Blackmore. Dominus Illuminatio Mea. Ричард Додридж Блэкмор.
Richard Doddridge Blackmore (Ричард Додридж Блэкмор) Dominus Illuminatio Mea In the hour of death, after this life’s whim, When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim, And pain has exhausted every limb— The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him. When the will has […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Yellow Violet. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Yellow Violet When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird’s warble know, The yellow violet’s modest bell Peeps from last-year’s leaves below. Ere russet fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love, in […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The West Wind. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The West Wind Beneath the forest’s skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West Among the threaded foliage sigh. Sweet Zephyr! why that sound of wo? Is not thy home among […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Gladness of Nature. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Gladness of Nature Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground? There are […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Summer Wind. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Summer Wind It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no rustling in the lofty elm That canopies my dwelling, and its shade Scarce cools me. […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. October. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) October Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Love and Folly. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Love and Folly Love’s worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age are mysteries. A charming science–but the day Were all too short to con it o’er; So take of […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. June. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) June I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, ”Twere pleasant, that in flowery June, When brooks send up a […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. To the Queen. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) To the Queen O loyal to the royal in thyself, And loyal to thy land, as this to thee– Bear witness, that rememberable day, When, pale as yet, and fever-worn, the Prince Who scarce had plucked his flickering life again From halfway down the […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Consumption. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Consumption Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for men’s eyes—but not for thine— Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening. The fields for […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. A Song of Pitcairn’s Island. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) A Song of Pitcairn’s Island Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, The murmurs of the shore; And we will kiss his young blue eyes, And I will […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. To the Fringed Gentian. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) To the Fringed Gentian Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven’s own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. To a Cloud. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) To a Cloud Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while below Thy shadow o’er the vale moves slow; Where, midst their labour, pause the reaper train As cool it […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Strange Lady. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Strange Lady The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool dear sky; Young Albert, in the forest’s edge, has heard a rustling […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Skies. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Skies Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o’er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, With thy bright vault, and sapphire wall, Dost overhang and circle all. […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Death of Lincoln. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Death of Lincoln Oh, slow to smit and swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just! Who, in the fear of God, didst bear The sword of power, a nation’s trust! In sorrow by thy […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Spring in Town. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Spring in Town The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses–showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o’er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. November. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) November Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o’er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran, Or snows are sifted o’er the meadows bare. One smile on the […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Living Lost. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Living Lost Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped above The dearest and the last! Bride! who dost wear the widow’s veil Before the wedding flowers are […]