English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Assurance. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Assurance Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together in my dream, through some dim glade, Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss. The air was […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On a Country Laird. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма на сельского лэрда («Молитву Богу возносить…»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On a Country Laird Bless Jesus Christ, O Cardoness, With grateful lifted eyes, Who said that not the soul alone, But body too, shall rise: For had he said ‘The soul alone From death I will deliver,’ Alas, alas! O Cardoness, Then hadst thou […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Reply to a Note from Capt. Riddell. Роберт Бернс. Ответ на приглашение капитана Ридделла
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Reply to a Note from Capt. Riddell Dear Sir, at ony time or tide, I’d rather sit with you than ride, Tho’ ’twere wi’ royal Geordie; And troth! your kindness, soon and late, Aft gars me to mysel look blate; The Lord in Heaven […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epigram on Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма на Эльфинстона, переводчика эпиграмм Марциала
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epigram on Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams O thou whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose has turned out of doors, Heard’st thou yon groan?-proceed no further, ’Twas laurel’d Martial calling murther. 1787 Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма на Эльфинстона, переводчика эпиграмм Марциала О ты, кто […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Life’s Key. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Life’s Key The hand that fashioned me, tuned my ear To chord with the major key, In the darkest moments of life I hear Strains of courage, and hope, and cheer From choirs that I cannot see. And the music of life seems […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sun Shadows. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sun Shadows There never was success so nobly gained, Or victory so free from selfish dross But in the winning some one had been pained Or some one suffered loss. There never was so nobly planned a féte Or festal throng with […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Why I Love Her. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Why I Love Her Why do I love my sweetheart? Well I really never tried to tell. I love her mayhap for her smile, So innocent and free from guile. Perhaps I love her for her mien, So calmly cheerful and serene; […]
English Poetry. John Clare. To Mary. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) To Mary I sleep with thee, and wake with thee, And yet thou art not there; I fill my arms with thoughts of thee, And press the common air. Thy eyes are gazing upon mine, When thou art out of sight; My lips are […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Word. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Word Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song, Or a flame, or a two-edged sword; Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume, Or a drop of gall, is a word. You may choose your […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Slumber Songs. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Slumber Songs I Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid thy play, Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh Against the joys that throng thy coming day. Sleep, little heart! There is no place in Slumberland for tears: Life […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Unsolved. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Unsolved Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man; Alike to me were human smiles and tears, I cared not whither Earth’s great life-stream ran, Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine, God made me look […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Warrior. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Warrior He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days, But with the night his little lamp-lit room Was bright with battle flame, or through a haze Of smoke that stung his eyes he heard the boom Of Bluecher’s guns; he shared Almeida’s […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Unconquered Dead. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Unconquered Dead ”. . . defeated, with great loss.” Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame Of them that flee, of them that basely yield; Nor ours the shout of victory, the fame Of them that vanquish in a stricken […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Pilgrims. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Pilgrims An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, Where every beam that broke the leaden sky Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours; Some clustered graves where half our memories lie; And one grim Shadow creeping ever nigh: And this was […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Oldest Drama. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Oldest Drama ”It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he said to a lad, Carry him to his mother. And . . . […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Night Cometh. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Night Cometh Cometh the night. The wind falls low, The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey Cluster, like children strayed away But found again, and folded so. No chiding look doth she bestow: If she […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Dead Master. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Dead Master Amid earth’s vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: To-day around him surges from the silences of Time A flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad, Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God. John […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Quebec. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Quebec -1908 Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong – Like Helen fair, like Helen light of word, – ”The spoils unto the conquerors belong. Who winneth me must win me by the sword.” Grown old, like Helen, […]
English Poetry. John Clare. Badger. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) Badger The badger grunting on his woodland track With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes. With nose on ground he runs an awkward pace, […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Penance. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Penance My lover died a century ago, Her dear heart stricken by my sland’rous breath, Wherefore the Gods forbade that I should know The peace of death. Men pass my grave, and say, ”’Twere well to sleep, Like such an one, amid […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Mine Host. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Mine Host There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host; Each guest he greets, nor ever lacks to say, ”How have ye fared?” They answer him, the most, ”This lodging place is other than […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Isandlwana. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Isandlwana Scarlet coats, and crash o’ the band, The grey of a pauper’s gown, A soldier’s grave in Zululand, And a woman in Brecon Town. My little lad for a soldier boy, (Mothers o’ Brecon Town!) My eyes for tears and his […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. In Due Season. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) In Due Season If night should come and find me at my toil, When all Life’s day I had, tho’ faintly, wrought, And shallow furrows, cleft in stony soil Were all my labour: Shall I count it naught If only one poor […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Eventide. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Eventide The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim ’mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace At the close of day. Each weary toiler, with lingering pace, As he homeward turns, with […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Equality. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Equality I saw a King, who spent his life to weave Into a nation all his great heart thought, Unsatisfied until he should achieve The grand ideal that his manhood sought; Yet as he saw the end within his reach, Death took the […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Anarchy. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Anarchy I saw a city filled with lust and shame, Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light; And sudden, in the midst of it, there came One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right. And speaking, fell before that brutish […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Dying of Pere Pierre. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Dying of Pere Pierre “. . . with two other priests; the same night he died, and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name.” Chronicle. “Nay, grieve not that ye can no honour give To […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Upon Watts’ Picture ”Sic Transit”. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Upon Watts’ Picture ”Sic Transit” ”What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have.” But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life, The waving of the banners, and the rattle of the spears, […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Then and Now. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Then and Now Beneath her window in the fragrant night I half forget how truant years have flown Since I looked up to see her chamber-light, Or catch, perchance, her slender shadow thrown Upon the casement; but the nodding leaves Sweep lazily across the […]
English Poetry. John Keats. Hymn to Apollo. Джон Китс.
John Keats (Джон Китс) Hymn to Apollo GOD of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the patient year, Where—where slept thine ire, When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath, Thy laurel, […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Song of the Derelict. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Song of the Derelict Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me now, but to strike me betimes. (A treacherous lover, the sea!) Once I saw as I lay, half-awash in […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Hope of My Heart. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Hope of My Heart ”Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine.” I left, to earth, a little maiden fair, With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light; I prayed that God might have her in His […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Harvest of the Sea. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Harvest of the Sea The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence o’er the thankful song Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves. The wave tops whiten on the sea […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Captain. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Captain Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A masterless hulk that was a ship of pride, Yet unashamed: her memories remain. It was Nelson in the `Captain’, Cape […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Anxious Dead. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Anxious Dead O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear Above their heads the legions pressing on: (These fought their fight in time of bitter fear, And died not knowing how the day had gone.) O flashing muzzles, pause, and […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Recompense. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Recompense I saw two sowers in Life’s field at morn, To whom came one in angel guise and said, ”Is it for labour that a man is born? Lo: I am Ease. Come ye and eat my bread!” Then gladly one forsook his […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. In Flanders Field. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) In Flanders Field In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Disarmament. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Disarmament One spake amid the nations, ”Let us cease From darkening with strife the fair World’s light, We who are great in war be great in peace. No longer let us plead the cause by might.” But from a million British graves took […]
English Poetry. Thomas Carew. A Looking-Glass. Томас Кэрью (Кэри). Зеркало
Thomas Carew (Томас Кэрью (Кэри)) A Looking-Glass THAT flatt’ring glass, whose smooth face wears Your shadow, which a sun appears, Was once a river of my tears. About your cold heart they did make A circle, where the briny lake Congeal’d into a crystal cake. Gaze […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. To the Others. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) To the Others This was the gleam then that lured from far Your son and my son to the Holy War: Your son and my son for the accolade With the banner of Christ over them, in steel arrayed. All quiet roads of […]