English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Come not When I am Dead. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) * * * Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Hymn to Death. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Hymn to Death Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My voice unworthy of the theme it tries,– I would take up the hymn to Death, and say To the […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Hymn of the City. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Hymn of the City Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Constellations. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Constellations O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have seen Your rays grow dim upon the horizon’s edge, And sink behind the mountains. I […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. After a Tempest. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) After a Tempest The day had been a day of wind and storm;– The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,– And stooping from the zenith, bright and warm Shone the great sun on the wide earth at […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth Proem. Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in every clime, And so has vow’d, whilst there is world […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. To Her Father with Some Verses. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) To Her Father with Some Verses Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me or ought I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it came? […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. The Vanity of All Worldly Things. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) The Vanity of All Worldly Things As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can say, ”Lo, I have found On brittle earth a consolation sound”? What isn’t in honor to be […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. A Dialogue between Old England and New. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) A Dialogue between Old England and New New England. Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, What ails thee hang thy head, and cross thine arms, And sit i’ the dust to sigh these sad […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. In Reference to Her Children, 23 June 1659. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) In Reference to Her Children, 23 June 1659 I had eight birds hatcht in one nest, Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest. I nurst them up with pain and care, No cost nor labour did I spare Till at the last they […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Deliverance from Another Sore Fit. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Deliverance from Another Sore Fit In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort give, And when my soul these things abhorred, Then, Lord, Thou said’st unto me, ”Live.” Thou knowest the sorrows that I […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Balin and Balan. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) Balin and Balan Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered tributary, failed of late To send his tribute; wherefore Arthur called His treasurer, one of many years, and spake, ‘Go thou […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise, But ah! It’s not in me. My sinking heart I pray Thee raise So shall I give it Thee. My life as spider’s webb’s cut off, […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Before the Birth of One of Her Children. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Before the Birth of One of Her Children All things within this fading world hath end, Adversity doth still our joys attend; No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet, But with death’s parting blow are sure to meet. The sentence […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Another (As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer). Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Another (As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer) As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark’ning ear, Perplext, in every bush and nook doth pry, Her dearest deer, might answer ear or […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Another (Phoebus make haste, the day’s too long, be gone). Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Another (Phoebus make haste, the day’s too long, be gone) Phoebus make haste, the day’s too long, be gone, The silent night’s the fittest time for moan; But stay this once, unto my suit give ear, And tell my griefs in […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. The Author to Her Book. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) The Author to Her Book Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did’st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad expos’d to public view, Made thee in rags, halting to th’ […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666 Here Follows Some Verses Upon the Burning of Our house, July 10th. 1666. Copied Out of a Loose Paper. In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16 O thou Most High who rulest all And hear’st the prayers of thine, O hearken, Lord, unto my suit And my petition sign. Into Thy everlasting arms […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Upon a Fit of Sickness. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Upon a Fit of Sickness Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, here is fatal death. All men must die, and so must I; this cannot be revoked. For Adam’s […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. The Four Ages of Man. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) The Four Ages of Man [Introduction] Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. The first: son unto Phlegm, grand-child to water, Unstable, supple, moist, and cold’s his Nature. The second: frolic claims his pedigree; […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Meditations Divine and Moral. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Meditations Divine and Moral A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily overset; and that man, whose head hath great abilities, and his heart little or no grace, is in danger of foundering. The finest bread has […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. An English Breeze. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) An English Breeze UP with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wide Through all the voiceful countryside. Through all the land her tale she tells; She spins, she tosses, she […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband’s Safe Arrival. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband’s Safe Arrival What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, Thou know’st I’m weak. I owe so much, so little […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband His Absence. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband His Absence O Lord, Thou hear’st my daily moan And see’st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings and my fears. Thou hitherto hast been my God; […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. The Flesh and the Spirit. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) The Flesh and the Spirit In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to come. One Flesh was call’d, who had […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Contemplations. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Contemplations 1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, 4 Were gilded o’re by his rich golden head. 5 Their leaves and fruits seem’d […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Upon Some Distemper of Body. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Upon Some Distemper of Body In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed, Bedrenched with tears that flowed from mournful head, Till nature had […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Prologue. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Prologue To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, For my mean Pen are too superior things; Or how they all, or each their dates have run, Let Poets and Historians set these forth. My obscure lines shall […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Epitaphs. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Epitaphs Her Mother’s Epitaph Here lies A worthy matron of unspotted life, A loving mother and obedient wife, A friendly neighbor, pitiful to poor, Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her store; To servants wisely aweful, but yet kind, And as they […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Tumbler of Claret. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Tumbler of Claret I poured out a tumbler of Claret, Of course with intention to drink, And, holding it up in the sunlight, I paused for a moment to think. I really can’t tell you what made me; I never had done […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Under the Moon. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Under the Moon Under the moon two lovers walked– The silver moon–the round, full moon; Under its beams they softly talked, Of youth, and love, and June. And they plighted their vows in the silvery light, For their hearts, like the moon, were […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Voices of the City. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Voices of the City The voices of the city–merged and swelled Into a mighty dissonance of sound, And from the medley rose these broken strains In changing time and ever-changing keys. I Pleasure seekers, silken clad, Led by cherub […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. Envoys 3. To Auntie. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. Envoys 3. To Auntie “Chief of our aunts”–not only I, But all your dozen of nurselings cry– “What did the other children do? And what were childhood, wanting you?” Robert Louis Stevenson’s other poems: Songs of Travel […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A War Poem. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A War Poem Lord, in this quarter of a hundred years, What mighty progress in Thy world appears! Though strife and loud dissensions do not cease, Yet louder still is this great talk of Peace. Red war exists, but stands in ill […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. What Happens?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) What Happens? When thy hand touches mine, through all the mesh Of intricate and interlacèd veins Shoot swift delights that border on keen pains: Flesh thrills to thrilling flesh. When in thine eager eyes I look to find A comrade to my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The West. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The West Oh, ho! for the West, the boundless west. Where pastures and creeds are broad, And the breeze is a tonic that thrills the breast, Blown straight from the hills of God. The East is a land of dead men’s bones, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Bells ov Alderburnham. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Bells ov Alderburnham While now upon the win’ do zwell The church-bells’ evenèn peal, O, Along the bottom, who can tell How touch’d my heart do veel, O. To hear ageän, as woonce they rung In holidays when I […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Jeäne o’ Grenley Mill. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Jeäne o’ Grenley Mill When in happy times we met, Then by look an’ deed I show’d, How my love wer all a-zet In the smiles that she bestow’d. She mid have, o’ left an’ right, Maïdens feäirest to the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Gwain to Feäir. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Gwain to Feäir To morrow stir so brisk’s you can, An’ get your work up under han’; Vor I an’ Jim, an’ Poll’s young man, Shall goo to feäir; an’ zoo, If you wull let us gi’e ye a eärm […]