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. 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. 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. 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. 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 […]