English Poetry. Countee Cullen. Simon the Cyrenian Speaks. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) Simon the Cyrenian Speaks He never spoke a word to me, And yet He called my name; He never gave a sign to me, And yet I knew and came. At first I said, ”I will not bear His cross upon my […]
English Poetry. Countee Cullen. Saturday’s Child. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) Saturday’s Child Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the black racoon– For implements of battle. Some are swaddled in silk and down, And heralded by a star; They swathed my […]
English Poetry. Countee Cullen. Heritage. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) Heritage What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women from whose loins I sprang When the birds of Eden sang? One three centuries removed From the scenes his fathers […]
English Poetry. Countee Cullen. Fruit of the Flower. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) Fruit of the Flower My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his days. My mother’s life is puritan, No hint of cavalier, A pool so calm you’re sure it can […]
English Poetry. Countee Cullen. From the Dark Tower. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) From the Dark Tower We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap; Not everlastingly while others sleep Shall we beguile their limbs with […]
English Poetry. Countee Cullen. For a Poet. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) For a Poet To John Gaston Edgar I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth, And laid them away in a box of gold; Where long will cling the lips of the moth, I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth; […]
English Poetry. Edmund Spenser. A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty. Эдмунд Спенсер.
Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер) A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too full of thee? Whilst seeking to aslake thy raging fire, Thou in me kindlest much more great desire, […]
English Poetry. Countee Cullen. For a Lady I Know. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) For a Lady I Know She even thinks that up in heaven Her class lies late and snores While poor black cherubs rise at seven To do celestial chores. Countee Cullen’s other poems: From the Dark Tower That Bright Chimeric Beast The Wakeupworld […]
English Poetry. Countee Cullen. A Brown Girl Dead. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) A Brown Girl Dead With two white roses on her breasts, White candles at head and feet, Dark Madonna of the grave she rests; Lord Death has found her sweet. Her mother pawned her wedding ring To lay her out […]
English Poetry. Countee Cullen. To Certain Critics. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) To Certain Critics Then call me traitor if you must, Shout reason and default! Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond this vault. I’ll bear your censure as your praise, For never shall the clan Confine […]
English Poetry. Countee Cullen. Incident. Каунти Каллен.
Countee Cullen (Каунти Каллен) Incident Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee; I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small, And he was no whit bigger, And so I smiled, but he poked out His tongue, and […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Deil’s awa’ wi’ the Exciseman. Роберт Бернс. «На скрипке Дьявол заиграл…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Deil’s awa’ wi’ the Exciseman 1. The Deil cam fiddling thro’ the town, And danced awa wi’ the Exciseman; And ilka wife cried “Auld Mahoun, We wish you luck o’ your prize, man.” Chorus The Deil’s awa, the Deil’s awa, […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. I’m Nobody! Who Are You?. Эмили Дикинсон. Я – Никто. А ты — ты кто?
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you — Nobody — too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! They’d banish us — you know! How dreary — to be — Somebody! How public — like a Frog — […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 3. There Was a Child Went Forth. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 24. Из цикла «Осенние ручьи». 3. Был ребенок, и он рос с каждым днем
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 3. There Was a Child Went Forth There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. The Windhover. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) The Windhover To Christ our Lord I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. The Lantern out of Doors. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс. Фонарь в ночи
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) The Lantern out of Doors SOMETIMES a lantern moves along the night, That interests our eyes. And who goes there? I think; where from and bound, I wonder, where, With, all down darkness wide, his wading light? Men go by me […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. A Valentine. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) A Valentine WELLCOME, wellcome, happy day, Wherein love-sick maidens may Unrestrained tell their swains All their fondness, all their pains. Honest truth we may declare Only once within a year — Cruel custom ties us down To this day & this alone. […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. The Bee’s Winter Retreat. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) The Bee’s Winter Retreat Go, while the summer suns are bright, Take at large thy wandering flight, Go, and load thy tiny feet With every rich and various sweet; Cling around the flowering thorn, Dive in the woodbine’s honey’d horn, Seek the wild […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Letter Sent to Master Timmy Dwight. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Letter Sent to Master Timmy Dwight Master Timmy brisk and airy Blythe as Oberon the fairy On thy head thy cousin wishes Thousand and ten thousand blisses. Never may thy wicket ball In a well or puddle fall; Or thy wild ambitious kite […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Careless Philosopher’s Soliloquy. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Careless Philosopher’s Soliloquy I rise when I please, when I please I lie down, Nor seek, what I care not a rush for, renown; The rattle called wealth I have learnt to despise, Nor aim to be either important or wise. Let […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The Vine & Oak. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The Vine & Oak A Fable A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob’d, reclining lay, And catch’d the noontide’s fervid ray; The num’rous plants that deck the field Did all the palm of beauty yield; […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The Procession. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The Procession The legislators pass along A solemn, self-important throng! Just raised from the common mass, They feel themselves another class. –But let them in the sunshine play For every dog must have his day. There moves the law’s close-wedged band The […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. On My Sister Joanna’s Entrance into Her 33rd Year. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) On My Sister Joanna’s Entrance into Her 33rd Year On this thy natal day permit a friend - A brother – with thy joys his own to blend: In all gladness he would wish to share As willing in thy griefs a part to […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. To My Little Niece Sally Livingston. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) To My Little Niece Sally Livingston To my little niece Sally Livingston, on the death of a little serenading wren she admired. Hasty pilgrim stop thy pace Turn a moment to this place Read what pity hath erected To a songster […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Acknowledgement. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Acknowledgement With the ladies’ permission, most humbly I’d mention How much we’re obliged by all their attention; We sink with the weight of the huge obligation Too long & too broad to admit compensation. For us (and I blush while I speak I […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Apostrophe. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Apostrophe Of RISPAH. (who had been the concubine of King SAUL) when DAVID hanged her children, because their father had done amiss. From morn to eve from eve to rosy morn, On this bleak rock I’ll lay me all forlorn; Here […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The Crane & The Fox. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The Crane & The Fox A Fable In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship’s golden chain; Whene’er they met, the fox would bow And madame Crane would curtsie low- -My lovely Crane how do you do? -I’m very […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Dialogue. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Dialogue Children Pray dearest mother if you please Cut up your double-curded cheese, The oldest of the brotherhood. It’s ripe, no doubt and nicely good! Your reputation will rise treble As we the lucious morsel nibble. Praise will flow from each partaker Both […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. The Swallow. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) The Swallow THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding; and beneath, The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May. The welcome guest of settled Spring, The Swallow too […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The Dance. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The Dance Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf Who was chang’d to a flow’r for admiring himself. A part deem’d essential in each lady’s dress With what maidens cry when they wish to say yes. A lullabye carriage, soft, cozy […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The IX Ode to Horace. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The IX Ode to Horace HORACE. While I was pleasing to your arms, Nor any youth, of happier charms, Thy snowy bosom blissful prest, Not Portia’s like me was blest. LYDIA. While for no other fair you burn’d, Nor Lydia […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Catharine Breese Livingston. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Catharine Breese Livingston Tombstone I fondly nursed an opening rose, And view’d its beauties every day; But ah! a withering storm arose And swept my lovely flower away. Henry Livingston’s other poems: To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston A gentle spirit now above Once animated what lies here Till heav’n announc’d in tenderest love ”Ascend Immortal to yon sphere.” The lambkin at the great behest Gave up its life without one groan; When […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas ”Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. A Tenant of Mrs. Van Kleeck. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) A Tenant of Mrs. Van Kleeck My very good landlady, Mistress Van Kleeck, (For the tears that o’erwhelm me I scarcely can speak) I know that I promis’d you hogs two or three (But who knows his destiny? Certain not me!) That I […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address Believe me, dear patrons, I have wand’red too far, Without any compass, or planet or star; My dear native village I scarcely can see So I’ll hie to my hive like the tempest-tost bee. Hail home! sacred home! […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Epithalamium: A Marriage Poem. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Epithalamium: A Marriage Poem ’Twas summer, when softly the breezes were blowing, And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing, The groves rang with music & accents of pleasure And nature in rapture beat time to the measure, When Helen and Jonas, so true […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck To his charming black-eyed niece Uncle Harry wishest peace! Wishes roses over strow’d O’er her sublunary road! No rude winds around her howl, O’er her head no tempests scowl; No red lightnings flash around, No loud […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. A Walk in the Shrubbery. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) A Walk in the Shrubbery To the Cistus or Rock Rose, a beautiful plant, whose flowers expand, and fall off twice in twenty-four hours. THE Florists, who have fondly watch’d, Some curious bulb from hour to hour, And, […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Hiding Place. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Hiding Place Hail sov’reign love that first began, The scheme to rescue fallen man; Hail matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a Hiding-Place. Against the God that rules the sky, I fought with hands uplifted high; Despis’d the mentions of […]