English Poetry. John Keats. Dedication to Leigh Hunt, Esq.. Джон Китс.
John Keats (Джон Китс) Dedication to Leigh Hunt, Esq. Glory and loveliness have pass’d away; For if we wander out in early morn, No wreathed incense do we see upborne Into the east, to meet the smiling day: No crowd of nymphs soft voic’d and young, and gay, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. For the Airmen. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) For the Airmen THOU who guidest the swallow and wren, Keep the paths of the flying men! Over the mountains, over the seas Thou hast given the bird-folk compasses. Thou guidest them, yea, Thou leadest them home By the trackless ways and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. All Souls. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) All Souls THERE’S traffic in the worlds immortal, For many souls are flying home, Striving and pushing at the portal For sight of glorious things to come. What rout of wings against the sunset? What rosy plumes the dawning bar? Heaven’s stormed with […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Lowlands of Flanders. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Lowlands of Flanders THE night that I was married Our Captain came to me: Rise up, rise up, new-married man And come at once with me. For the Lowlands of Flanders, It’s there that we must fight; So look your last and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Broken Soldier. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Broken Soldier The broken soldier sings and whistles day to dark; He’s but the remnant of a man, maimed and half-blind, But the soul they could not harm goes singing like the lark, Like the incarnate Joy that will not be confined. […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Girl’s Song. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Girl’s Song The Meuse and Marne have little waves; The slender poplars o’er them lean. One day they will forget the graves That give the grass its living green. Some brown French girl the rose will wear That springs above his comely […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Joining the Colours. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Joining the Colours THERE they go marching all in step so gay! Smooth-cheeked and golden, food for shells and guns. Blithely they go as to a wedding day, The mothers’ sons. The drab street stares to see them row on row On the […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Slow Spring. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Slow Spring O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, The days go on With almonds showing the pink stars blowing And birds in the dawn. Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, Or a lamb that is mild, By little steps, and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Doves. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Doves The house where I was born, Where I was young and gay, Grows old amid its corn, Amid its scented hay. Moan of the cushat dove, In silence rich and deep; The old head I love Nods to its quiet sleep. […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Weeping Babe. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Weeping Babe She kneels by the cradle Where Jesus doth lie; Singing, Lullaby, my Baby! But why dost Thou cry? The babes of the village Smile sweetly in sleep; And lullaby, my Baby, That […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Nurse. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Nurse Such innocent companionship Is hers, whether she wake or sleep, ’Tis scarcely strange her face should wear The young child’s grave and innocent air. All the night long she hath by her The quiet breathing, […]
English Poetry. John Keats. A Prophecy: To George Keats in America. Джон Китс. Пророчество: Джорджу Китсу – в Америку
John Keats (Джон Китс) A Prophecy: To George Keats in America ‘Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen – For what listen they? For a song and for a charm, See […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Legend of St. Austin and the Child. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Legend of St. Austin and the Child St. Austin, going in thought Along the sea-sands gray, Into another world was caught, And Carthage far away. He saw the City of God Hang in the saffron sky; […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. St. Francis and the Birds. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) St. Francis and the Birds Little sisters, the birds: We must praise God, you and I You, with songs that fill the sky, I, with halting words. All things tell His praise, Woods and waters thereof sing, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Sheep and Lambs. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Sheep and Lambs All in the April evening, April airs were abroad; The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road. The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road; […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Old Song Re-Sung. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Old Song Re-Sung I saw three ships a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea, The first her masts were silver, Her hull was ivory. The snows came drifting softly, And lined her white as wool; Oh, Jesus, Son of Mary, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Nymphs. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Nymphs Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain, Oreads all ? Nothing at all stirs here save the drip of the fountain; Answers our call Only the heart-glad thrush, in the Vale of Thrushes; Stirs in the brake But the […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Lambs. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Lambs He sleeps as a lamb sleeps, Beside his mother. Somewhere in yon blue deeps His tender brother Sleeps like a lamb and leaps. He feeds as a lamb might, Beside his mother. Somewhere in […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Immortality. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Immortality So I have sunk my roots in earth Since that my pretty boys had birth; And fear no more the grave and gloom, I, with the centuries to come. As the tree blossoms so bloom I, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Easter. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Easter Bring flowers to strew His way, Yea, sing, make holiday; Bid young lambs leap, And earth laugh after sleep. For now He cometh forth Winter flies to the north, Folds wings and cries Amid the […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Blessings. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Blessings God bless the little orchard brown Where the sap stirs these quickening days. Soon in a white and rosy gown The trees will give great praise. God knows I have it in my mind, The white […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Any Woman. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Any Woman I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I. Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin me utterly. I am the fire upon the hearth, I am the light of the […]
English Poetry. John Keats. Addressed to Haydon. Джон Китс.
John Keats (Джон Китс) Addressed to Haydon High-mindedness, a jealousy for good, A loving-kindness for the great man’s fame, Dwells here and there with people of no name, In noisome alley, and in pathless wood: And where we think the truth least understood, Oft may be found a […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Adveniat Regnum Tuum. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Adveniat Regnum Tuum Thy kingdom come ! Yea, bid it come! But when Thy kingdom first began On earth, Thy kingdom was a home, A child, a woman, and a man. The child was in the midst thereof, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Gardener-Sage. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Gardener-Sage Here in the garden-bed, Hoeing the celery, Wonders the Lord has made Pass ever before me. I see the young birds build, And swallows come and go, And summer grow and gild, And winter die in […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Wind that Shakes the Barley. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Wind that Shakes the Barley There’s music in my heart all day, I hear it late and early, It comes from fields are far away, The wind that shakes the barley. Above the uplands drenched with dew The sky hangs soft […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Only Child. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Only Child Lest he miss other children, lo! His angel is his playfellow. A riotous angel two years old, With wings of rose and curls of gold. There on the nursery floor together They play when […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Foggy Dew. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Foggy Dew A splendid place is London, with golden store, For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore; But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true, For I’m longing sore for Ireland in […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The End of the Day. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The End of the Day The night darkens fast & the shadows darken, Clouds & the rain gather about mine house, Only the wood-dove moans, hearken, O hearken! The moan of the wood-dove in the rain-wet boughs. Loneliness & the night! […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Children of Lir. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Children of Lir Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire and flame amasses And the moon to eastward rises pale and cool. Rose and green around her, silver-gray and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Bird’s Bargain. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Bird’s Bargain ’O spare my cherries in the net,’ Brother Benignus prayed; ’and I Summer and winter, shine and wet, Will pile the blackbirds’ table high.’ ’O spare my youngling peas,’ he prayed, ’That for the Abbot’s table be; […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Mater Dei. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Mater Dei She looked to east, she looked to west, Her eyes, unfathomable, mild, That saw both worlds, came home to rest, Home to her own sweet child. God’s golden head was at her breast. What need to look […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Of St. Francis and the Ass. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Of St. Francis and the Ass Our father, ere he went Out with his brother, Death, Smiling and well-content As a bridegroom goeth, Sweetly forgiveness prayed From man or beast whom he Had ever injured Or burdened needlessly. ‘Verily,’ then said he, ‘I […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. To a Shade. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) To a Shade IF you have revisited the town, thin Shade, Whether to look upon your monument (I wonder if the builder has been paid) Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent To drink of that salt breath out of the sea […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Miss J. Scott, of Ayr. Роберт Бернс. На мисс Джинни Скотт из Эйра
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Miss J. Scott, of Ayr Oh! had each Scot of ancient times Been, Jeanie Scott, as thou art, The bravest heart on English ground Had yielded like a coward. February, 1795 Перевод на русский язык На мисс Джинни Скотт из Эйра Когда б […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Lines under the Picture of Miss Burns. Роберт Бернс. Строки, написанные под портретом мисс Бернс
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Lines under the Picture of Miss Burns Cease, ye prudes, your envious railings, Lovely Burns has charms – confess! True it is that she had one failing: Had a woman ever less? 1787 Перевод на русский язык Строки, написанные под портретом мисс Бернс Оставьте […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On James Gracie Dean of Guild for Dumfries. Роберт Бернс. На Джеймса Грейси, городского судью в Дамфризе
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On James Gracie Dean of Guild for Dumfries Gracie, thou art a man of worth, O be thou dean for ever! May he be damned to hell henceforth Who fauts thy weight or measure. 1795 Перевод на русский язык На Джеймса Грейси, городского судью […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Guy Faux’s Night. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Guy Faux’s Night Guy Faux’s night, dost know, we chaps, A-putten on our woldest traps, Went up the highest o’ the knaps, An’ meäde up such a vier! An’ thou an’ Tom wer all we miss’d, Vor if a sarpent had […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. Anticipation. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Anticipation I have been temperate always, But I am like to be very drunk With your coming. There have been times I feared to walk down the street Lest I should reel with the wine of you, And jerk against my neighbours As […]
English Poetry. Amy Lowell. The Poet. Эми Лоуэлл.
Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) The Poet What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt His never failing eagerness. The sun Setting in splendour every night has won His vassalage; those towers flamboyant Of […]