English Poetry. Robert Burns. Meg o’ the Mill. Роберт Бернс. Мэг с мельницы
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Meg o’ the Mill O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten, An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten? She has gotten a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller, And broken the heart o’ the barley Miller. The […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. «O Whistle, and I’ll Come to You, My Lad…». Роберт Бернс. «Я мигом – я сразу – ты свистни мне только!..»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) «O Whistle, and I’ll Come to You, My Lad…» O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad; O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad: Tho’ father and mither and a’ should gae mad, O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. «Contented wi’ Little…». Роберт Бернс. «Довольствуюсь малым и радуюсь лишку…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) «Contented wi’ Little…» Contended wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair, Whene’er I forgather wi’ sorrow and care, I gie them a skelp, as they’re creepin’ alang, Wi’ a cog o’ gude swats, and an auld Scottish sang. I whyles claw the elbow o’ […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. To Mrs. M. B. on Her Birthday. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) To Mrs. M. B. on Her Birthday Oh be thou blest with all that Heav’n can send, Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend: Not with those Toys the female world admire, Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire. With added years […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. The Journey of the Magi. Томас Стернз Элиот. Паломничество волхвов
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) The Journey of the Magi A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.’ And the camels […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Aunt Helen. Томас Стернз Элиот. Тётушка Хелен
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Aunt Helen Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by servants to the number of four. Now when she died there was silence in heaven And silence at her end […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Tibbie, I Hae Seen the Day. Роберт Бернс. Высокомерная Тибби
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, Ye would na been sae shy; For laik o’ gear ye lightly me, But, trowth, I care na by. Yestreen I met you on the moor, Ye spak na, but gaed by like […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Farewell. To the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge, Tarbolton. Роберт Бернс. Прощание. Посвящается братьям-масонам из ложи Св. Иакова в Тарболтоне
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Farewell. To the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge, Tarbolton Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu! Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favour’d, ye enlighten’d few, Companions of my social joy! Tho’ I to foreign lands must hie, Pursuing Fortune’s slidd’ry ba’, With melting […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Banks of Devon. Роберт Бернс. На берегах Девона
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Banks of Devon How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding Devon, With green-spreading bushes, and flowers blooming fair! But the bonniest flower on the banks of the Devon Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr. Mild be the sun […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Mary Pickford. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Mary Pickford MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (On hearing she was leaving the moving-pictures for the stage.) Mary Pickford, doll divine, Year by year, and every day At the moving-picture play, You have been my valentine. Once a free-limbed page in hose, Baby-Rosalind […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Niagara. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Niagara I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important men, in Buffalo.) But only twenty miles away A deathless glory is at play: Niagara, Niagara. The women buy their lace […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress I The arts are old, old as the stones From which man carved the sphinx austere. Deep are the days the old arts bring: Ten thousand years of yesteryear. II She is madonna in an art […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. In Memory of a Child. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) In Memory of a Child I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy we led. II He cannot come to harm, He knows more than we know, His light […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Perfect Marriage. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Perfect Marriage I I hate this yoke; for the world’s sake here put it on: Knowing ’twill weigh as much on you till life is gone. Knowing you love your freedom dear, as I love mine— Knowing that love unchained has been […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Couplets on Wit. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Couplets on Wit I But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone And ill can bear a Brother on the Throne. II Wit is like faith by such warm Fools profest Who to be saved by one, must damn […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Divine Image. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. По образу и подобию
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our Father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Flower-Fed Buffaloes. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Flower-Fed Buffaloes THE flower-fed buffaloes of the spring In the days of long ago, Ranged where the locomotives sing And the prarie flowers lie low: The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass Is swept away by wheat, Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by In […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Encyclopaedia. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Encyclopaedia ”If I could set the moon upon This table,” said my friend, ”Among the standard poets And brouchures without end, And noble prints of old Japan, How empty they would seem, By that encyclopaedia Of whim and glittering […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Reformers in Despair. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Reformers in Despair ’Tis not too late to build our young land right, Cleaner than Holland, courtlier than Japan, Devout like early Rome, with hearths like hers, Hearths that will recreate the breed called man. Vachel Lindsay’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Sexton Said. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Sexton Said Your dust will be upon the wind Within some certain years, Though you be sealed in lead to-day Amid the country’s tears. When this idyllic churchyard Becomes the heart of town, The place to build garage or inn, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Coal-Heaver Said. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Coal-Heaver Said The moon’s an open furnace door Where all can see the blast, We shovel in our blackest griefs, Upon that grate are cast Our aching burdens, loves and fears And underneath them wait Paper and tar and pitch and […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. On the Building of Springfield. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) On the Building of Springfield Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses’ home, That Oxford rules the heart of London still, That Florence gave the Renaissance to Rome. Record it for the […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Illinois Village. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Illinois Village O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones of fear, Who weep that Liberty must die, Turn to the little prairie towns, Your […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Bankrupt Peace-Maker. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Bankrupt Peace-Maker I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web feet left dreadful slime tracks on the floor. He had hammer and nails that he laid by the door. He […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Song of the Garden-Toad. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Song of the Garden-Toad Down, down beneath the daisy beds, O hear the cries of pain! And moaning on the cinder-path They’re blind amid the rain. Can murmurs of the worms arise To higher hearts than mine? […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Rhymes for Gloriana. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Rhymes for Gloriana I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken down and brought to me One sleety night most comfortless. Her hair was gold, her dolly-sash Was […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Sound and Sense. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Sound and Sense True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. ‘Tis not enough no harshness gives offense, The sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. We Meet at the Judgment and I Fear It Not. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) We Meet at the Judgment and I Fear It Not Though better men may fear that trumpet’s warning, I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning, With golden hope my spirit still adorning. Our God who made you all so fair […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate Saying: ”Once more, good youth, I stand and wait.” Saying: ”I bring you my fair Law of Peace And from your withering passion full release; […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Drunkards in the Street. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Drunkards in the Street The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, — Publicans and wantons — Calling, laughing, calling, While the Spirit bloweth Space and Time away. […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Springfield Magical. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Springfield Magical In this, the City of my Discontent, Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass, ”Romance, Romance — is here. No Hindu town Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass By Sinbad found, held half such […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Written for a Musician. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Written for a Musician Hungry for music with a desperate hunger I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking, Vulgar and pitiful–my heart bowed down– Till I remembered duller hours made noble […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Cornfields. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Cornfields The cornfields rise above mankind, Lifting white torches to the blue, Each season not ashamed to be Magnificently decked for you. What right have you to call them yours, And in brute lust of riches […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky (Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in your slack disgrace? Plump quack doctors sell their pills, Gentle grafters sell brass watches, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Where Is David, the Next King of Israel?. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Where Is David, the Next King of Israel? Where is David? . . . O God’s people, Saul has passed, the good and great. Mourn for Saul the first-anointed — Head and shoulders o’er the state. He was […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Eden in Winter. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Eden in Winter [Supposed to be chanted to some rude instrument at a modern fireplace] Chant we the story now Tho’ in a house we sleep; Tho’ by a hearth of coals Vigil to-night we keep. Chant […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Soul of the City Receives the Gift of the Holy Spirit. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Soul of the City Receives the Gift of the Holy Spirit A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead! Censers are swinging, Heaven comes down. City, dead city, Awake from the dead! […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. An Essay on Criticism. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) An Essay on Criticism Part I INTRODUCTION. That it is as great a fault to judge ill as to write ill, and a more dangerous one to the public. That a true Taste is as rare to be found as a true […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said The moon’s a gong, hung in the wild, Whose song the fays hold dear. Of course you do not hear it, child. It takes a FAIRY ear. The full moon is a splendid gong That beats as […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Merciful Hand. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Merciful Hand Written to Miss Alice L. F. Fitzgerald, Edith Cavell memorial nurse, going to the front. Your fine white hand is Heaven’s gift To cure the wide world, stricken sore, Bleeding at the breast and head, Tearing at its […]