English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Poll. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Poll When out below the trees, that drow’d Their scraggy lim’s athirt the road, While evenèn zuns, a’móst a-zet, Gi’ed goolden light, but little het, The merry chaps an’ maïdens met, An’ look’d to zomebody to neäme Their bit o’ […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. The Wild Huntsman. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) The Wild Huntsman The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn, To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake; While answering hound, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Vaïces that be Gone. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Vaïces that be Gone When evenèn sheädes o’ trees do hide A body by the hedge’s zide, An’ twitt’rèn birds, wi’ plaÿsome flight, Do vlee to roost at comèn night, Then I do saunter out o’ zight In orcha’d, […]
English Poetry. William Blake. To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World Truly, my Satan, thou art but a Dunce, And dost not know the Garment of the Man. Every Harlot was a Virgin once, Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan. Tho’ thou […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake’s other […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. Nurse’s Song. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. Nurse’s Song When the voices of children are heard on the green, And whisperings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Jock of Hazeldean. Вальтер Скотт. Джок из Хэзелдина
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Jock of Hazeldean Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I’ll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride: And ye sall be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen”– But aye she […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Harp of the North, Farewell!. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, The deer, half-seen, are to the covert wending. Resume thy wizard elm! the fountain lending, And the […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Journey. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Journey Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me—I am so tired, so tired Of passing pleasant places! All my life, Following Care along the dusty […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Renascence. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Renascence All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Apostrophe to Man. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Apostrophe to Man (On reflecting that the world is ready to go to war again) Detestable race, continue to expunge yourself, die out. Breed faster, crowd, encroach, sing hymns, build bombing airplanes; Make speeches, unveil statues, issue bonds, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. An Ancient Gesture. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) An Ancient Gesture I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than once: you can’t keep weaving all day And undoing it all through the night; Your arms get […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Well, I Have Lost You. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Well, I Have Lost You Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely Went to their deaths more proud than […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Travel. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Travel The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking. All night there isn’t a train […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Music o’ the Dead. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Music o’ the Dead When music, in a heart that’s true, Do kindle up wold loves anew, An’ dim wet eyes, in feäirest lights, Do zee but inward fancy’s zights; When creepèn years, wi’ with’rèn blights, ’V a-took off […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Looks a-know’d Avore. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Looks a-know’d Avore While zome, a-gwaïn from pleäce to pleäce, Do daily meet wi’ zome new feäce, When my day’s work is at an end, Let me zit down at hwome, an’ spend A happy hour wi’ zome wold friend, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Poll. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Poll When out below the trees, that drow’d Their scraggy lim’s athirt the road, While evenèn zuns, a’móst a-zet, Gi’ed goolden light, but little het, The merry chaps an’ maïdens met, An’ look’d to zomebody to neäme Their bit o’ […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. The Wild Huntsman. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) The Wild Huntsman The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn, To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake; While answering hound, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Vaïces that be Gone. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Vaïces that be Gone When evenèn sheädes o’ trees do hide A body by the hedge’s zide, An’ twitt’rèn birds, wi’ plaÿsome flight, Do vlee to roost at comèn night, Then I do saunter out o’ zight In orcha’d, […]
English Poetry. William Blake. To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World Truly, my Satan, thou art but a Dunce, And dost not know the Garment of the Man. Every Harlot was a Virgin once, Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan. Tho’ thou […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake’s other […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. Nurse’s Song. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. Nurse’s Song When the voices of children are heard on the green, And whisperings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Kin to Sorrow. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Kin to Sorrow Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door—— Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow’s hand? Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand, And then comes Sorrow— And what […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Three Songs of Shattering. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Three Songs of Shattering I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Afternoon on a Hill. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Afternoon on a Hill I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Unexplorer. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Unexplorer There was a road ran past our house Too lovely to explore. I asked my mother once — she said That if you followed where it led It brought you to the milk-man’s door. (That’s why I have […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Underground System. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Underground System Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the world—it is thin. Moles are at work beneath us; they have tunneled the sub-soil With separate chambers; which at an appointed knock Could be as one, could […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Blue-Flag in the Bog. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Blue-Flag in the Bog God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor’s house, Open to us, bereft. Gay the lights of Heaven showed, And ’twas God who walked ahead; Yet […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Jock of Hazeldean. Вальтер Скотт. Джок из Хэзелдина
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Jock of Hazeldean Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I’ll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride: And ye sall be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen”– But aye she […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. The Dream. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Сон
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) The Dream I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. MacDougal Street. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) MacDougal Street AS I went walking up and down to take the evening air, (Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?) I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair; (”Little dirty Latin […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Singing-Woman from the Wood’s Edge. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Singing-Woman from the Wood’s Edge What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water, What should I be but the […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Lines Written in Recapitulation. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Lines Written in Recapitulation I could not bring this splendid world nor any trading beast In charge of it, to defer, no, not to give ear, not in the least Appearance, to my handsome prophecies, which here I ponder and put […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Shroud. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Shroud Death, I say, my heart is bowed Unto thine,—O mother! This red gown will make a shroud Good as any other! (I, that would not wait to wear My own bridal things, In a dress dark as […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Passer Mortuus Est. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Passer Mortuus Est Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness,—presently Every bed is narrow. Unremembered as old rain Dries the sheer libation, And the little petulant hand Is an annotation. After all, my […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Poet and His Book. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Poet and His Book Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch and you shall whine Many a night, and you shall worry Many a bone, before you […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Betrothal. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Betrothal Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad, And love me if you like. I shall not hear the door shut Nor the knocker strike. Oh, bring me gifts or beg me gifts, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth Not in this chamber only at my birth— When the long hours of that mysterious night Were over, and the morning was in sight— I cried, but in strange places, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Wraith. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Wraith ”Thin Rain, whom are you haunting, That you haunt my door?” —Surely it is not I she’s wanting; Someone living here before— ”Nobody’s in the house but me: You may come in if you like and see.” Thin […]