English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend, The pallid hare that runs before the day Having brought your earnest counsels to an end Now have I somewhat of my own to say: That it is folly to […]
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. Portrait by a Neighbour. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Portrait by a Neighbour Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you’ll find her A-sunning in the sun! It’s long after midnight Her key’s in the lock, And you never see her chimney smoke Til […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Wood Road. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Wood Road If I were to walk this way Hand in hand with Grief, I should mark that maple-spray Coming into leaf. I should note how the old burrs Rot upon the ground. Yes, though Grief should know me […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. To Those Without Pity. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) To Those Without Pity Cruel of heart, lay down my song, Your reading eyes have done me wrong, Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written. Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems: Two […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Concert. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Concert No, I will go alone. I will come back when it’s over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it will not be long. Why may you not come with me?— You are too much my lover. You […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew Once more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling underground, A treacherous messenger, the thought of you Comes […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Dirge. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Dirge Boys and girls that held her dear, Do your weeping now; All you loved of her lies here. Brought to earth the arrogant brow, And the withering tongue Chastened; do your weeping now. Sing whatever songs are […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Low-Tide. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Low-Tide These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brown And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, These wet rocks where the tide went down Will show again when the tide is high Faint and perilous, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Think Not, Not For A Moment Let Your Mind. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Think not, not for a moment let your mind, Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought That the work’s done and the long day behind, And beauty, since ’tis paid for, can be bought. If in the […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew No rose that in a garden ever grew, In Homer’s or in Omar’s or in mine, Though buried under centuries of fine Dead dust of roses, shut from sun and […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Doubt No More That Oberon. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Doubt No More That Oberon Doubt no more that Oberon— Never doubt that Pan Lived, and played a reed, and ran After nymphs in a dark forest, In the merry, credulous days,— Lived, and led a fairy band Over the […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Frederick and Alice. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Frederick and Alice Frederick leaves the land of France, Homeward hastes his steps to measure, Careless casts the parting glance On the scene of former pleasure. Joying in his prancing steed, Keen to prove his untried blade, Hope’s gay dreams the soldier lead […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Feast. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Feast I drank at every vine. The last was like the first. I came upon no wine So wonderful as thirst. I gnawed at every root. I ate of every plant. I came upon no fruit So wonderful as […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I am, and how the sands Of such a […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Fawn. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Fawn There it was I saw what I shall never forget And never retrieve. Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to believe, He lay, yet there he lay, Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau! I know I might have lived in such a way As to have suffered only pain: Loving not man nor dog; Not money, even; feeling Toothache perhaps, but never more than an […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Not even my pride shall suffer much; Not even my pride at all, maybe, If this ill-timed, intemperate clutch Be loosed by you and not by me, Will suffer; I have been so true A vestal to […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. To the Sub-Prior. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) To the Sub-Prior Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; But ride you through valley, or ride you o’er hill. There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Why Sit’st Thou By That Ruin’d Hall. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * ‘Why sit’st thou by that ruin’d hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?’- ‘Know’st thou not me?’ the Deep Voice cried; ‘So long enjoy’d, so oft misused- […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Datur Hora Quieti. Вальтер Скотт. Закат окрасил гладь озер…
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Datur Hora Quieti The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest glow, Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide, In the calm sunset may repair […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. To the Sub-Prior. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) To the Sub-Prior Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; But ride you through valley, or ride you o’er hill. There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Why Sit’st Thou By That Ruin’d Hall. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * ‘Why sit’st thou by that ruin’d hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?’- ‘Know’st thou not me?’ the Deep Voice cried; ‘So long enjoy’d, so oft misused- […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Datur Hora Quieti. Вальтер Скотт. Закат окрасил гладь озер…
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Datur Hora Quieti The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest glow, Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide, In the calm sunset may repair […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. To the Sub-Prior. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) To the Sub-Prior Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; But ride you through valley, or ride you o’er hill. There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Why Sit’st Thou By That Ruin’d Hall. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * ‘Why sit’st thou by that ruin’d hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?’- ‘Know’st thou not me?’ the Deep Voice cried; ‘So long enjoy’d, so oft misused- […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Datur Hora Quieti. Вальтер Скотт. Закат окрасил гладь озер…
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Datur Hora Quieti The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest glow, Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide, In the calm sunset may repair […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Second Fig. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Second Fig Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems: Two Sonnets in Memory When the Year Grows Old Sonnets 09: Let […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss, And make you old, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. When the Year Grows Old. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) When the Year Grows Old I cannot but remember When the year grows old— October—November— How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky, And turn from the window With a little sharp […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Goose-Girl. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Goose-Girl Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still. And all the loveliest things there be Come simply, so, it seems to me. If ever I said, in grief or pride, I tired […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Eel-Grass. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Eel-Grass No matter what I say, All that I really love Is the rain that flattens on the bay, And the eel-grass in the cove; The jingle-shells that lie and bleach At the tide-line, and the trace Of higher tides […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. To the Sub-Prior. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) To the Sub-Prior Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide; But ride you through valley, or ride you o’er hill. There is one that has warrant to wait on you still. […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. I Dreamed I Moved Among The Elysian Fields. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields, In converse with sweet women long since dead; And out of blossoms which that meadow yields I wove a garland for your living head. Danai, that was the vessel […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 07: When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 07: When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Leaf and the Tree. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Leaf and the Tree When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, but not for long, Drawing sustenance from air, That other leaves, and you not there, May […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Two Sonnets in Memory. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Two Sonnets in Memory (Nicola Sacco — Bartolomeo Vanzetti) Executed August 23, 1927 I As men have loved their lovers in times past And sung their wit, their virtue and their grace, So have we loved sweet Justice to […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Philosopher. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Philosopher And what are you that, wanting you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Epitaph. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Epitaph Heap not on this mound Roses that she loved so well: Why bewilder her with roses, That she cannot see or smell? She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes. Edna St. Vincent Millay’s […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The True Encounter. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The True Encounter ”Wolf!” cried my cunning heart At every sheep it spied, And roused the countryside. ”Wolf! Wolf!”—and up would start Good neighbours, bringing spade And pitchfork to my aid. At length my cry was known: Therein […]