English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Interim. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Interim The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something in the air, intangible, Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!— Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyed Each […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Not In A Silver Casket Cool With Pearls. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Not in a silver casket cool with pearls Or rich with red corundum or with blue, Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls Have given their loves, I give my love to you; Not in a […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Lament. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Lament Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I’ll make you little jackets; I’ll make you little trousers From his old pants. There’ll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered […]
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. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 01: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,—No. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 01: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,—No Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no, Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair Than small white single poppies,—I can bear Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though From left to right, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Pity me not because the light of day At close of day no longer walks the sky; Pity me not for beauties passed away From field and thicket as the the year goes by; Pity me not […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Night is my sister, and how deep in love, How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore, There to be fretted by the drag and shove At the tide’s edge, I lie—these things and more: Whose arm […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet (Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now). Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet (Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now) Women have loved before as I love now; At least, in lively chronicles of the past— Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast Much […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain, While rainy evening drips […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. First Fig. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) First Fig My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends It gives a lovely light! Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems: Inland Two Sonnets in Memory When […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. God’s World. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) God’s World O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Departure. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Departure It’s little I care what path I take, And where it leads it’s little I care; But out of this house, lest my heart break, I must go, and off somewhere. It’s little I know what’s in my […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Elegy before Death. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Elegy before Death There will be rose and rhododendron When you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringas Heavy with bees, a sunny sound; Still will the tamaracks be raining After the rain has ceased, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Ode to Silence. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Ode to Silence Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of her? Clio, not you, Not you, Calliope, Nor all your wanton line, Not Beauty’s perfect self shall comfort […]
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. Autumn Daybreak. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Autumn Daybreak Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to rejoin the cloud, I know—for I can hear the hiss And scrape of leaves along the floor— How […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Recuerdo. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Recuerdo WE were very tired, we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 06: Bluebeard. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 06: Bluebeard This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are betrayed…. Here is no treasure hid No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring The sought-for truth, no heads […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give me back my book and take my kiss instead. Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, ”What a big book for such […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver ”Son,” said my mother, When I was knee-high, ”you’ve need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have I. ”There’s nothing in the house To make a boy breeches, Nor shears to cut […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Being Young and Green. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Being Young and Green Being Young and Green, I said in love’s despite: Never in the world will I to living wight Give over, air my mind To anyone, Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind To be shredded […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. And do you think that love itself. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * And do you think that love itself, Living in such an ugly house, Can prosper long? We meet and part; Our talk is all of heres and nows, Our conduct likewise; in no act Is any future, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. A Visit to the Asylum. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) A Visit to the Asylum Once from a big, big building, When I was small, small, The queer folk in the windows Would smile at me and call. And in the hard wee gardens Such pleasant men would hoe: ”Sir, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. The Garden Plot. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) The Garden Plot When Naboth’s vineyard look’d so fine, The king cried out, ‘Would this were mine!’ And yet no reason could prevail To bring the owner to a sale. Jezebel saw, with haughty pride, How Ahab grieved to be denied; And thus accosted […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. London’s Summer Morning. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) London’s Summer Morning Who has not waked to list the busy sounds Of summer’s morning, in the sultry smoke Of noisy London? On the pavement hot The sooty chimney-boy, with dingy face And tatter’d covering, shrilly bawls his trade, Rousing the sleepy housemaid. At […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Monody to the Memory of Chatterton. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Monody to the Memory of Chatterton Chill penury repress’d his noble rage, And froze the genial current of his soul. GRAY IF GRIEF can deprecate the wrath of Heaven, Or human frailty hope to be forgiven ! Ere now thy sainted spirit […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To Simplicity. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To Simplicity [Inscribed to Lady Duncannon] SWEET blushing Nymph, who loves to dwell In the dark forest’s silent gloom; Who smiles within the Hermit’s cell, And sighs upon the rustic’s tomb; Who, pitying, sees the busy throng, The slaves of fashion’s giddy sway; […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To Rinaldo. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To Rinaldo SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op’ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its wings Translucent pearls of ether flings. MILD is the chaste Moon’s languid eye, When gliding down […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Trumpeter, an Old English Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Trumpeter, an Old English Tale It was in the days of a gay British King (In the old fashion’d custom of merry-making) The Palace of Woodstock with revels did ring, While they sang and carous’d–one and all: For the monarch a plentiful […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Poor Singing Dame. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Poor Singing Dame Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o’erspread; A neat little Hovel, its lowly roof raising, Defied the wild winds that howl’d over its shed: The turrets, that frown’d […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Deserted Cottage. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Deserted Cottage Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its path the high grass grows, And through its thatch the northwind blows –Its thatch, by tempests shaken. And yet, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Bee and the Butterfly. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Bee and the Butterfly UPON a garden’s perfum’d bed With various gaudy colours spread, Beneath the shelter of a ROSE A BUTTERFLY had sought repose; Faint, with the sultry beams of day, Supine the beauteous insect lay. […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. Infant Joy. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Дитя-радость
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. Infant Joy ‘I have no name: I am but two days old.’ What shall I call thee? ‘I happy am, Joy is my name.’ Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy, but two days old. Sweet joy I call […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. Infant Joy. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Дитя-радость
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. Infant Joy ‘I have no name: I am but two days old.’ What shall I call thee? ‘I happy am, Joy is my name.’ Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy, but two days old. Sweet joy I call […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Alien Boy. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Alien Boy ’Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o’erhung with weeds, Mark’d the poor Exile’s home. Full ten long years The melancholy wretch had liv’d unseen By all, save […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Adieu to Love. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Adieu to Love LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no torment to the heart; The tranquil mind, the noiseless scene, Where FANCY, with enchanting mien, Shall […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. The Dean’s Answer. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) The Dean’s Answer The nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit, I cannot but envy the pride of her wit, Which thus she will venture profusely to throw On so mean a design, and a subject so low. For mean’s her design, and […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to Love. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to Love TELL ME, LOVE, when I rove o’er some far distant plain, Shall I cherish the passion that dwells in my breast? Or will ABSENCE subdue the keen rigours of pain, And the swift wing of TIME bring the balsam of […]