English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines on Hearing it Declared that No Women Were So Handsome as the English. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines on Hearing it Declared that No Women Were So Handsome as the English BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways the mind. Search the wide […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Life. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Life ”What is this world?thy school, O misery! ”Our only lesson is to learn to suffer.” – YOUNG. LOVE, thou sportive fickle boy, Source of anguish, child of joy, Ever woundingever smiling, Soothing still, and […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. January, 1795. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) January, 1795 Pavement slipp’ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty mansions, warm and spacious ; Courtiers clinging and voracious ; Misers scarce the wretched heeding ; Gallant soldiers fighting, bleeding. […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Female Fashions for 1799. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Female Fashions for 1799 A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As rich as fleece of JASON. A pair of shoulders strong and wide, Like country clown enlisting ; Bare […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Elegy to the Memory of Werter. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Elegy to the Memory of Werter ”With female Fairies will thy tomb be haunted ”And worms will not come to thee.” SHAKSPERE. WHEN from Day’s closing eye the lucid tears Fall lightly on the bending lily’s head; When o’er the […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. On a Very Old Glass at Market-Hill. Джонатан Свифт. Эпиграмма по поводу весьма старого зеркала, выставленного на Маркет-Хилл
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) On a Very Old Glass at Market-Hill Frail glass! thou mortal art as well as I; Though none can tell which of us first shall die. Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма по поводу весьма старого зеркала, выставленного на Маркет-Хилл Ты хрупко, как я. […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Elegy to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq.. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Elegy to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq. NEAR yon bleak mountain’s dizzy height, That hangs o’er AVON’s silent wave; By the pale Crescent’s glimm’ring light, I sought LORENZO’s lonely grave. O’er the long grass the silv’ry dew, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Deborah’s Parrot, a Village Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Deborah’s Parrot, a Village Tale ’Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or DEBBY: She Was doom’d a Spinster pure to be, For soft delights her breast ne’er felt: Yet, she […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Canzonet. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Canzonet SLOW the limpid currents twining, Brawl along the lonely dell, ’Till in one wild stream combining, Nought its rapid course can quell; So at first LOVE’S poisons stealing, Round the heart unheeded play, While we hope our pangs concealing, Vainly hope to […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ainsi Va le Monde. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ainsi Va le Monde [As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the Royal Academy at Florence, and Author of the Laurel of Liberty, and the Della Crusca Poems.] O […]
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. To the Myrtle. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To the Myrtle UNFADING branch of verdant hue, In modest sweetness drest, Shake off thy pearly tears of dew, And decorate my breast. Dear emblem of the constant mind, Truth’s consecrated tree, Still shall thy trembling blossoms find A faithful friend […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To the Muse of Poetry. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To the Muse of Poetry EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless fangs at THEE! Ne’er shalt THOU bend thy radiant wing, To sweep the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To Leonardo. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To Leonardo ”Yes, LAURA, yes, pure as the virgin snow’s ”That on the bosom of the whirlwind move,, ”For thee my faithful endless passion glows.” – LEONARDO TO LAURA. COLD blows the wind upon the mountain’s brow; In […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To Cesario. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To Cesario CESARIO, thy Lyre’s dulcet measure, So sweetly, so tenderly flows; That could my sad soul taste of pleasure, Thy music would soften its woes. But ah, gentle soother, where anguish Takes root in the grief-stricken heart; ’Tis the triumph […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Mrs Frances Haris’s Petition. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Mrs Frances Haris’s Petition To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a maid if it miscarries; Humble sheweth, that I went to warm myself in Lady Betty’s chamber, because I was cold; […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Widow’s Home. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Widow’s Home Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell’s bosom, stands a Cot; O’ershadow’d by broad Alders. At its door A rude seat, with an ozier canopy Invites the weary traveller to rest. ’Tis a poor […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Reply to Time. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Reply to Time O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas’d down my cheek the burning tear; When sorrow chill’d each warm desire That kindles […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Mistletoe. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Mistletoe (A Christmas Tale) A farmer’s wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op’ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, And plighted many solemn vows, That she a faithful mate would prove, In meekness, duty, and in love! […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Hermit of Mont-Blanc. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Hermit of Mont-Blanc High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O’er-topping the grand imag’ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem’d to reign; An HERMIT’S threshold, carpetted with moss, Diversified the Scene. Above the flakes Of silv’ry snow, full many a modest […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Haunted Beach. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Haunted Beach Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter’d, A little shed uprear’d its head Though lofty Barks were shatter’d. The Sea-weeds gath’ring near the door, A sombre path display’d; And, all around, the deaf’ning roar, Re-echo’d on […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Granny Grey, a Love Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Granny Grey, a Love Tale DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass’d her busy hours away, In talking of the Men ! They were her theme, at home, abroad, At wake, and by the winter […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Fugitive. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Fugitive Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark’d with decent pride, As it would fly the busy, taunting world, And feed upon reflection. Sometimes, near The foot of an old Tree, he […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov’d so well, That folks pretend to say The silly, simple, doting Lad, Was little less than loving mad: A malady not known of […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Faded Bouquet. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Faded Bouquet FAIR was this blushing ROSE of May, And fresh it hail’d morn’s breezy hour, When ev’ry spangled leaf look’d gay, Besprinkled with the twilight show’r; When to its mossy buds so sweet, The BUTTERFLY enamour’d flew, And hov’ring o’er the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Confessor, a Sanctified Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Confessor, a Sanctified Tale When SUPERSTITION rul’d the land And Priestcraft shackled Reason, At GODSTOW dwelt a goodly band, Grey monks they were, and but to say They were not always giv’n to pray, Would have been construed Treason. Yet some did […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Lady Acheson Weary of the Dean. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Lady Acheson Weary of the Dean The Dean would visit Market-hill; Our invitation was but slight; I said—why—Let him if he will, And so I bid Sir Arthur write. His manners would not let him wait, Lest we should think ourselves neglected, And […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas Written under an Oak in Windsor Forest. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas Written under an Oak in Windsor Forest ”HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!” O, hallow’d Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron’s lays, Shall ever, ever, sacred be; Nor with’ring storm, nor woodman’s stroke, Shall […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to Time. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to Time CAPRICIOUS foe to human joy, Still varying with the fleeting day; With thee the purest raptures cloy, The fairest prospects fade away; Nor worth, nor pow’r thy wings can bind, All earthly pleasures fly with THEE; Inconstant as the wav’ring […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to the Rose. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to the Rose SWEET PICTURE of Life’s chequer’d hour! Ah, wherefore droop thy blushing head? Tell me, oh tell me, hap’less flow’r, Is it because thy charms are fled? Come, gentle ROSE, and learn from me A lesson of Philosophy. […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 38. Oh Sigh. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 38. Oh Sigh Oh Sigh! thou steal’st, the herald of the breast, The lover’s fears, the lover’s pangs to tell; Thou bid’st with timid grace the bosom swell, Cheating the day of joy, the night of rest! Oh! lucid Tears! with eloquence confest, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 37. When, in the Gloomy Mansion. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 37. When, in the Gloomy Mansion When, in the gloomy mansion of the dead, This with’ring heart, this faded form shall sleep; When these fond eyes, at length shall cease to weep, And earth’s cold lap receive this fev’rish head; Envy shall turn […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 35. What Means the Mist. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 35. What Means the Mist What means the mist opaque that veils these eyes; Why does yon threat’ning tempest shroud the day? Why does thy altar, Venus, fade away, And on my breast the dews of horror rise? Phaon is false! be dim […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 39. Prepare Your Wreaths. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 39. Prepare Your Wreaths Prepare your wreaths, Aonian maids divine, To strew the tranquil bed where I shall sleep; In tears, the myrtle and the laurel steep, And let Erato’s hand the trophies twine. No parian marble, there, with labour’d line, Shall bid […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 34. Venus! To Thee. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 34. Venus! To Thee Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing, The song, which Myttellenian youths admir’d, when Echo, am’rous of the strain inspir’d, Bade the wild rocks with madd’ning plaudits ring! Attend my pray’r! O! Queen of rapture! bring To […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 33. I Wake!. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 33. I Wake! I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover’s breast; The softest breeze can shake the halcyon’s nest, And lightest clouds o’ercast the dawning ray! ’Twas but a vision! Now, the star of day Peers, like […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 28. Weak Is the Sophistry. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 28. Weak Is the Sophistry Weak is the sophistry, and vain the art That whispers patience to the mind’s despair! That bids reflection bathe the wounds of care, While Hope, with pleasing phantoms, soothes their smart. For mem’ry still, reluctant to depart From […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Death and Daphne. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Death and Daphne Death went upon a solemn day At Pluto’s hall his court to pay; The phantom having humbly kiss’d His grisly monarch’s sooty fist, Presented him the weekly bills Of doctors, fevers, plagues, and pills. Pluto, observing since the peace The burial […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 27. Oh! Ye Bright Stars. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 27. Oh! Ye Bright Stars Oh! ye bright Stars! that on the Ebon fields Of Heav’n’s empire, trembling seems to stand; ’Till rosy morn unlocks her portal bland, Where the proud Sun his fiery banner wields! To flames, less fierce than mine, your […]