English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to Flora. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to Flora LET OTHERS wreaths of ROSES twine With scented leaves of EGLANTINE; Enamell’d buds and gaudy flow’rs, The pride of FLORA’S painted bow’rs; Such common charms shall ne’er be wove Around the brows of him I LOVE. Fair are […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to a Friend. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to a Friend AH! think no more that Life’s delusive joys, Can charm my thoughts from FRIENDSHIP’S dearer claim; Or wound a heart, that scarce a wish employs, For age to censure, or discretion blame. Tir’d of the world, my […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas Inscribed to Lady William Russell. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas Inscribed to Lady William Russell NATURE, to prove her heav’n-taught pow’r, That gems the earth, and paints the flow’r; That bids the soft enchanting note Steal from the LINNET’S downy throat; That from young MAY’S ambrosial wings, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas WHEN fragrant gales and summer show’rs Call’d forth the sweetly scented flow’rs; When ripen’d sheaves of golden grain, Strew’d their rich treasures o’er the plain; When the full grape did nectar yield, In tepid drops of purple hue; When the thick […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet. Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet. Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire ’TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold, Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow; Nor cheek of blushing rose, nor breast of snow, The varying passions of the heart could hold: […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 32. Blest As the Gods. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 32. Blest As the Gods Blest as the Gods! Sicilian Maid is he, The youth whose soul thy yielding graces charm; Who bound, O! thraldom sweet! by beauty’s arm, In idle dalliance fondly sports with thee! Blest as the Gods! that iv’ry throne […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 31. Far O’er the Waves. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 31. Far O’er the Waves Far o’er the waves my lofty Bark shall glide, Love’s frequent sighs the flutt’ring sails shall swell, While to my native home I bid farewell, Hope’s snowy hand the burnis’d helm shall guide! Triton’s shall sport admidst the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 30. O’er the Tall Cliff. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 30. O’er the Tall Cliff O’er the tall cliff that bounds the billowy main Shad’wing the surge that sweeps the lonely strand, While the thin vapours break along the sand, Day’s harbinger unfolds the liquid plain. The rude Sea murmurs, mournful as the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 26. Where Antique Woods. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 26. Where Antique Woods Where antique woods o’er-hang the mountains’s crest, And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour; Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow’r, And waste life’s fervid noon in fancied rest. Go, where the bird of sorrow weaves her nest, Cooing, in […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Peace and Dunkirk. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Peace and Dunkirk Spite of Dutch friends and English foes, Poor Britain shall have peace at last: Holland got towns, and we got blows; But Dunkirk’s ours, we’ll hold it fast. We have got it in a string, And the Whigs may all go […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 22. Wild Is the Foaming Sea. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 22. Wild Is the Foaming Sea Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar! And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round! On the rent rock the angry waves rebound; Ah me! the less’ning bark is seen no more! Along the margin of the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 20. Oh! I Could Toil For Thee. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 20. Oh! I Could Toil For Thee Oh! I could toil for thee o’er burning plains; Could smile at poverty’s disastrous blow; With thee, could wander ’midst a world of snow, Where one long night o’er frozen Scythia reigns. Sever’d from thee, my […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 18. Why Art Thou Chang’d?. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 18. Why Art Thou Chang’d? Why art thou chang’d? O Phaon! tell me why? Love flies reproach, when passion feels decay; Or, I would paint the raptures of that day, When, in sweet converse, mingling sigh with sigh, I mark’d the graceful languor […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 17. Love Steals Unheeded. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 17. Love Steals Unheeded Love steals unheeded o’er the tranquil mind, As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main, Slow through each fibre creeps the subtle pain, ’Till closely round the yielding bosom twin’d. Vain is the hope the magic to unbind, The […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 44. Here Droops the Muse. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 44. Here Droops the Muse Here droops the muse! while from her glowing mind, Celestial Sympathy, with humid eye, Bids the light Sylph capricious Fancy fly, Time’s restless wings with transient flowr’s to bind! For now, with folded arms and head inclin’d, Reflection […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 43. While From the Dizzy Precipice. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 43. While From the Dizzy Precipice While from the dizzy precipice I gaze, The world receding from my pensive eyes, High o’er my head the tyrant eagle flies, Cloth’d in the sinking sun’s transcendent blaze! The meek-ey’d moon, ’midst clouds of amber plays […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 19. Farewell, Ye Coral Caves. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 19. Farewell, Ye Coral Caves Farewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands, Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep; Farewell, ye Nereides of the glitt’ring deep, Ye mountain tribes, ye fawns, ye sylvan bands: On the bleak rock your frantic minstrel stands, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 11. O! Reason!. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 11. O! Reason! O! Reason! vaunted Sovreign of the mind! Thou pompous vision with a sounding name! Can’st thou, the soul’s rebellious passions tame! Can’st thou in spells the vagrant fancy bind? Ah, no! capricious as the wav’ring wind, Are sighs of Love […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 10. Dang’rous to Hear. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 10. Dang’rous to Hear Dang’rous to hear, is that melodious tongue, And fatal to the sense those murd’rous eyes, Where in a sapphire sheath, Love’s arrow lies, Himself conceal’d the crystal haunts among! Oft o’er that form, enamour’d have I hung, On that […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 8. Why, Through Each Aching Vein. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 8. Why, Through Each Aching Vein Why, through each aching vein, with lazy pace Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart, While, from its source, each wild convulsive start Tears the scorch’d roses from my burning face? In vain, O Lesbian […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. On the Vowels. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) On the Vowels We are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features; One of us in glass is set, One of us you’ll find in jet. T’other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet to the Memory of Miss Maria Linley. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet to the Memory of Miss Maria Linley So bends beneath the storm yon balmy flow’r, Whose spicy blossoms once perfum’d the gale; So press’d with tears reclines yon lily pale, Obedient to the rude and beating show’r. Still is the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 4. Why, When I Gaze. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 4. Why, When I Gaze Why, when I gaze on Phaon’s beauteous eyes, Why does each thought in wild disorder stray? Why does each fainting faculty decay, And my chill’d breast in throbbing tumults rise? Mute, on the ground my Lyre neglected lies, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 3. Turn to Yon Vale Beneath. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 3. Turn to Yon Vale Beneath Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light, Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled Loves invite, The bow’r of Pleasure opens to the glade: Lull’d by soft flutes, on leaves of […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Second Ode to the Nightingale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Second Ode to the Nightingale BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I’ve heard thy dulcet strain In mournful melody complain; When in the POPLAR’S trembling shade, At Evening’s purple […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Poor Marguerite. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Poor Marguerite Swift, o’er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, And sun-scorch’d was her bosom bare; For Summer’s noon had shed its beams While she lay wrapp’d in fev’rish dreams; While, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Pastoral Stanzas. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Pastoral Stanzas WHEN AURORA’S soft blushes o’erspread the blue hill, And the mist dies away at the glances of morn; When the birds join the music that floats on the rill, And the beauties of spring the young woodlands adorn. To […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to the Muse. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to the Muse O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow’r, the magic art, Th’ extatic raptures of the Heart; Soft Beauty’s timid smile serene, The dimples of Love’s sportive mien; […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Reflection. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Reflection O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling pow’r Awakes to calm delight the ling’ring hour; O hear thy suppliant’s ardent pray’r ! […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Eloquence. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Eloquence HAIL! GODDESS of persuasive art! The magic of whose tuneful tongue Lulls to soft harmony the wand’ring heart With fascinating song; O, let me hear thy heav’n-taught strain, As thro’ my quiv’ring pulses steal […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Despair. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Despair TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn’d in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O’er wide Creation’s paths to roam? Pale Tyrant of the timid Heart, Whose visionary spells can bind The […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. On the Five Senses. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) On the Five Senses All of us in one you’ll find, Brethren of a wondrous kind; Yet among us all no brother Knows one tittle of the other; We in frequent councils are, And our marks of things declare, Where, to us unknown, a […]
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. Ode to Beauty. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Beauty EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour, Whose magic spells enchain the heart, Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow’r, Thy thrilling smile, thy witching art ? Thy lip, where balmy nectar glows; Thy cheek, where round […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode on Adversity. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode on Adversity WHERE o’er my head, the deaf’ning Tempest blew, And Night’s cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o’er the woodlands, vivid light’nings flew, Cleft the strong oak, and scorch’d the blossom’d spray; At morn’s approach, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Oberon to the Queen of the Fairies. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Oberon to the Queen of the Fairies My OBERON, with ev’ry sprite ”That gilds the vapours of the night, ”Shall dance and weave the verdant ring ”With joy that mortals thus can sing; ”And when thou sigh’st MARIA’S name, ”And mourn’st […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Mistress Gurton’s Cat. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Mistress Gurton’s Cat Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat With velvet paws, and whisker’d face; The Doves of VENUS not so fair, Nor JUNO’S Peacocks half so grand As […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. No Churchman am I. Роберт Бернс. «Не создан я был для парламентской битвы…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * No churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No sly man of business contriving a snare, For a big-bellied bottle’s the whole of my care. The peer I don’t […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Guid Ale Comes. Роберт Бернс. «Люблю я пиво, добрый эль…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O guid ale comes, and guid ale goes, Guid ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon; Guid ale keeps my heart aboon. I had sax owsen in a pleugh, And they drew a’ weel […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Male Fashions for 1799. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Male Fashions for 1799 Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown’d hats, Whispers like Jew MOSES ; Padded collars, thick cravats, And cheeks as red as roses. Faces painted pink and brown ; Waistcoats strip’d and gaudy ; Sleeves thrice doubled thick with down, And […]