English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 25. Can’st Thou Forget. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 25. Can’st Thou Forget Can’st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul! Thy Sappho’s voice, her form, her dulcet Lyre! That melting ev’ry thought to fond desire, Bade sweet delerium o’er thy senses roll? Can’st thou, so soon, renounce the blest control That […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 29. Farewell, Ye Tow’ring Cedars. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 29. Farewell, Ye Tow’ring Cedars Farewell, ye tow’ring Cedars, in whose shade, Lull’d by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest, While spicy breezes hover’d o’er my breast To fan my cheek, in deep’ning tints array’d; While am’rous insects, humming round me, play’d, Each […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o’er the dale Cheer’st with thy modest beams the noon of night! On the smooth lake diffusing silv’ry light, Sublimely still, and beautifully pale! What can thy cool and placid eye avail, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 23. To Aetna’s Scorching Sands. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 23. To Aetna’s Scorching Sands To AEtna’s scorching sands my Phaon flies! False Youth! can other charms attractive prove? Say, can Sicilian loves thy passions move, Play round thy heart, and fix thy fickle eyes, While in despair the Lesbian Sappho dies? Has […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 21. Why Do I Live. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 21. Why Do I Live Why do I live to loath the cheerful day, To shun the smiles of Fame, and mark the hours On tardy pinions move, while ceaseless show’rs Down my wan cheek in lucid currents stray? My tresses all abound, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 16. Delusive Hope. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 16. Delusive Hope Delusive Hope! more transient than the ray That leads pale twilight to her dusky bed, O’er woodland glen, or breezy mountain’s head, Ling’ring to catch the parting sigh of day. Hence with thy visionary charms, away! Nor o’er my path […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 15. Now, Round My Favour’d Grot. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 15. Now, Round My Favour’d Grot Now, round my favor’d grot let roses rise, To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest; O! happy buds! to kiss his burning breast, And die, beneath the lustre of his eyes! Now, let the timbrels […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 42. Oh! Canst Thou Bear. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 42. Oh! Canst Thou Bear Oh! can’st thou bear to see this faded frame, Deform’d and mangled by the rocky deep? Wilt thou remember, and forbear to weep, My fatal fondness, and my peerless fame? Soon o’er this heart, now warm with passion’s […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin On the low margin of a murm’ring stream, As rapt in meditation’s arms I lay; Each aching sense in slumbers stole away, While potent fancy form’d a soothing dream; O’er the Leucadian deep, a dazzling beam Shed the […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Answered Extempore by Dr. Swift. Джонатан Свифт. Ответ-экспромт доктора Свифта
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Answered Extempore by Dr. Swift We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature, May’st die, like me, by chance, but not by nature. Перевод на русский язык Ответ-экспромт доктора Свифта Когда придёт моя кончина, Природа будет ей причина. Тебя же, Гений Отраженья, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 14. Come, Soft Aeolian Harp. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 14. Come, Soft Aeolian Harp Come, soft Aeolian harp, while zephyr plays Along the meek vibration of thy strings, As twilight’s hand her modest mantle brings, Blending with sober grey, the western blaze! O! prompt my Phaon’s dreams with tend’rest lays, Ere night […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 12. Now, O’er the Tesselated Pavement. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 12. Now, O’er the Tesselated Pavement Now, o’er the tessellated pavement strew Fresh saffron, steep’d in essence of the rose, While down yon agate column gently flows A glitt’ring streamlet of ambrosial dew! My Phaon smiles! the rich carnation’s hue, On his flush’d […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 7. Come, Reason, Come!. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 7. Come, Reason, Come! Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, Lull the fierce tempest of my fev’rish soul; Come, with the magic of thy meek controul, And check the wayward wand’rings of my mind: Estrang’d from thee, no solace can I find, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 5. O! How Can Love. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 5. O! How Can Love O! How can LOVE exulting Reason queil! How fades each nobler passion from his gaze! E’en Fame, that cherishes the Poet’s lays, That fame, ill-fated Sappho lov’d so well. Lost is the wretch, who in his fatal spell […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail’d my breast, And Heaven relentless seal’d the harsh decree; HOPE, placid soother of the mind distress’d; To calm my rending sorrowsgave me THEE. In all the charms of innocence array’d, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet to Evening. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet to Evening [Written under a tree in the woods of St. Amand, in Flanders.] SWEET BALMY HOUR! dear to the pensive mind, Oft have I watch’d thy dark and weeping shade, Oft have I hail’d thee in the dewy glade, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet to Amicus. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet to Amicus WHOE’ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song Steals on the sullen ear of pensive woe; To whom the sounds of melody belong, Sounds, that can more than human bliss bestow; Like the wak’d God of day, whose rays pervade […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 9. Ye, Who in Alleys Green. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 9. Ye, Who in Alleys Green Ye, who in alleys green and leafy bow’rs, Sport, the rude children of fantastic birth; Where frolic nymphs, and shaggy tribes of mirth, In clam’rous revels waste the midnight hours; Who, link’d in flaunting bands of mountain […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 1. Favour’d by Heav’n. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 1. Favour’d by Heav’n Favour’d by Heav’n are those, ordain’d to taste The bliss supreme that kindles fancy’s fire; Whose magic fingers sweep the muses’ lyre, In varying cadence, eloquently chaste! Well may the mind, with tuneful numbers grac’d, To Fame’s immortal attributes […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Rinaldo to Laura Maria. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Rinaldo to Laura Maria THOU! whose sublime poetic art Can pierce the pulses of the heart, Can force the treasur’d tear to flow In prodigality of woe; Or lure each jocund bliss to birth Amid the sportive bow’rs […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General “His Grace! impossible! what, dead! Of old age too, and in his bed! And could that mighty warrior fall, And so inglorious, after all? Well, since he’s gone, no matter how, The last […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Valour. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Valour Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow’r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob’d in majesty sublime, Sat in thy eagle-wafted car, And led the hardy sons of war, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to the Nightingale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to the Nightingale SWEET BIRD OF SORROW! why complain In such soft melody of Song, That ECHO, am’rous of thy Strain, The ling’ring cadence doth prolong? Ah! tell me, tell me, why, Thy dulcet Notes ascend the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to the Moon. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to the Moon PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation’s placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow’r, I mark thy lucid beam From thy crystal car descend, Whitening the spangled heath, and limpid sapphire stream. And oft, amidst […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Melancholy. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Melancholy SORC’RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow’r profane, Where light-heel’d mirth despotic reigns, Slightly bound in feath’ry chains, And scatt’ring blisses round. Hence, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Meditation. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Meditation SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand’ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, my length’ning hours beguil’d; Thou, who within thy peaceful call, Canst laugh at LIFE’S tumultuous […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Health. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Health Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev’rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em’rald hue Steep’d in morn’s ethereal dew, Where in mild HELVETIA’s shade, Blushing summer round her flings Warm gales […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Envy. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Envy Deep in th’ abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And the dark Demon of Revenge resides, At midnight’s murky hour Thy origin began: Rapacious MALICE was thy sire; […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Della Crusca. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Della Crusca ENLIGHTEN’D Patron of the sacred Lyre? Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song Revibrates on the heart With magic thrilling touch, Till ev’ry nerve with quiv’ring throb divine, In madd’ning tumults, owns thy wondrous pow’r; For well thy dulcet notes Can wind […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Morning. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Morning O’ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad’wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops fall from every spray; Now o’er the thistle’s rugged head, Thin veils of filmy vapour fly, On ev’ry violet’s perfum’d bed The […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines Written on the Sea-Coast. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines Written on the Sea-Coast SWIFT o’er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides, Its streamers flutt’ring in the summer gales, The lofty mast the breezy air derides, As gaily o’er the glitt’ring surf she sails. Now beats each gallant heart with […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. A Pastoral Dialogue. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) A Pastoral Dialogue DERMOT, SHEELAH A Nymph and swain, Sheelah and Dermot hight; Who wont to weed the court of Gosford knight; While each with stubbed knife removed the roots, That raised between the stones their daily shoots; As at their work they […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines Written by the Side of a River. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines Written by the Side of a River FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray, Still a silent waving tide O’er thy glitt’ring carpet glide, While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY, As I gather from thy bank, Shelter’d by the poplar […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them THOU art no more my bosom’s FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm’d my senses many a year, Thro’ smiling summers, winters drear. O, FRIENDSHIP! am I doom’d to find […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines inscribed to P. de Loutherbourg, Esq. R. A.. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines inscribed to P. de Loutherbourg, Esq. R. A. WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow’ring cliffs in awful grandeur rise, And midst the blue expanse embrace the skies; The wond’ring eye beholds […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lewin and Gynneth. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lewin and Gynneth ”WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?” The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro’ the murky shade of night With frantic step she hied. ”When shall those eyes my GYNNETH’S face, My GYNNETH’S form survey ? When shall those […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Elegy to the Memory of David Garrick, Esq.. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Elegy to the Memory of David Garrick, Esq. DEAR SHADE OF HIM, who grac’d the mimick scene, And charm’d attention with resistless pow’r; Whose wond’rous art, whose fascinating mien, Gave glowing rapture to the short-liv’d hour! Accept the mournful verse, the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Elegy on the Death of Lady Middleton. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Elegy on the Death of Lady Middleton THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale, Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear; In awful sounds repeats a mournful tale, And claims the tribute of a tender tear. […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Edmund’s Wedding. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Edmund’s Wedding By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! Now sighing so deeply, now frantickly raving Beneath the pale light of the moon’s sickly ray. Now he starts, all aghast, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Echo to Him Who Complains. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Echo to Him Who Complains O FLY thee from the shades of night, Where the loud tempests yelling rise; Where horrror wings her sullen flight Beneath the bleak and lurid skies. As the pale light’ning swiftly gleams O’er the scorch’d […]