English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Golden Day. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Golden Day The subtle beauty of this day Hangs o’er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have flown away, And every breeze sings, ”all is well.” I ask, ”Holds earth or sin, or woe?” My heart replies, ”I […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. Epitaph on Thomas Parnell. Оливер Голдсмит. Эпитафия Томасу Парнеллу
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) Epitaph on Thomas Parnell THIS tomb, inscrib’d to gentle Parnell’s name, May speak our gratitude, but not his fame. What heart but feels his sweetly-moral lay, That leads to truth through pleasure’s flowery way! Celestial themes confess’d his tuneful aid; And Heaven, that lent […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Last Love. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Last Love The first flower of the spring is not so fair Or bright, as one the ripe midsummer brings. The first faint note the forest warbler sings Is not as rich with feeling, or so rare As […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Love Much. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Love Much Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it. Cast sweets into its cup whene’er you can. No heart so hard, but love at last may win it. Love is the great primaeval cause of man. All hate is foreign […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I Love You. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I Love You I love your lips when they’re wet with wine And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the lovelight lies Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Change. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Change Changed? Yes, I will confess it – I have changed. I do not love you in the old fond way. I am your friend still – time has not estranged One kindly feeling of that vanished day. But the bright […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Smiles. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Smiles Smile a little, smile a little, As you go along, Not alone when life is pleasant, But when things go wrong. Care delights to see you frowning, Loves to hear you sigh; Turn a smiling face […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Song of Life. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Song of Life In the rapture of life and of living, I lift up my head and rejoice, And I thank the great Giver for giving The soul of my gladness a voice. In the glow of the glorious weather, In the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. All Roads That Lead To God Are Good. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) * * * All roads that lead to God are good. What matters it, your faith, or mine? Both centre at the goal divine Of love’s eternal Brotherhood. The kindly life in house or street – The life of prayer and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Going Away. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Going Away Walking to-day on the Common, I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near him, ’Do you know I am going away? ’ I had never seen their faces, May never see them again; […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Does It Pay?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Does It Pay? If one poor burdened toiler o’er life’s road, Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his galling load, Then life, indeed, does pay. If we can show the troubled heart the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Love is Enough. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Love is Enough Love is enough. Let us not ask for gold. Wealth breeds false aims, and pride and selfishness; In those serene, Arcadian days of old Men gave no thought to princely homes and dress. The gods who […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. Description of an Author’s Bedchamber. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) Description of an Author’s Bedchamber WHERE the Red Lion flaring o’er the way, Invites each passing stranger that can pay; Where Calvert’s butt, and Parsons’ black champagne, Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane; There in a lonely room, from bailiffs snug, The Muse […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Extempore Lines, in Answer to a Card from an Intimate Friend of Burns, Wishing Him to Spend an Hour at a Tavern. Роберт Бернс. Строки, написанные экспромтом в ответ близкому другу Роберта Бернса, приславшему визитку с приглашением провести часок в таверне
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Extempore Lines, in Answer to a Card from an Intimate Friend of Burns, Wishing Him to Spend an Hour at a Tavern The King’s most humble servant, I Can scarcely spare a minute; But I’ll be wi’ ye by an’ bye; Or else the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Pardoned out. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Pardoned out I’m pardoned out. Again the stars Shine on me with their myriad eyes. So long I’ve peered ‘twixt iron bars, I’m awed by this expanse of skies. The world is wider than I thought, And yet ‘tis not so wide, I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Peace Angel. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Peace Angel Angel of Peace, the hounds of war, Unleasehed, are all abroad. And war’s foul trade again is made Man’s leading aim in life. Blood dyes the billow and the sod; The very winds are rife With tales of slaughter. Angel, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. If (Dear love, if you and I could sail away). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) If (Dear love, if you and I could sail away) Dear love, if you and I could sail away, With snowy pennons to the wind unfurled, Across the waters of some unknown bay, And find some island far from all the world; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Teäkèn in Apples. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Teäkèn in Apples We took the apples in last week, An’ got, by night, zome eächèn backs A-stoopèn down all day to pick So many up in mawns an’ zacks. An’ there wer Liz so proud an’ prim, An’ dumpy Nan, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Out a-Nuttèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Out a-Nuttèn Last week, when we’d a haul’d the crops, We went a-nuttèn out in copse, Wi’ nuttèn-bags to bring hwome vull, An’ beaky nuttèn-crooks to pull The bushes down; an’ all o’s wore Wold clothes that wer in rags avore, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Mornèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Mornèn When vu’st the breakèn day is red, An’ grass is dewy wet, An’ roun’ the blackberry’s a-spread The spider’s gliss’nèn net, Then I do dreve the cows across The brook that’s in a vog, While they do trot, an’ bleäre, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. The Veäiry Veet that I do meet. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. The Veäiry Veet that I do meet When dewy fall’s red leaves do vlee Along the grass below the tree, Or lie in yollow beds a-shook Upon the shallow-water’d brook, Or drove ’ithin a sheädy nook; Then softly, in the evenèn, […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Talking (and Singing) of the Nordic Man. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Talking (and Singing) of the Nordic Man I Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his mind is slow, His hair is lank and made of tow. II And here […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda did behold And heard a woodland music passing by: You shall receive me when the clouds are […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. Epilogue to ‘She Stoops to Conquer’. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) Epilogue to ‘She Stoops to Conquer’ WELL, having stoop’d to conquer with success, And gain’d a husband without aid from dress, Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wish it too, As I have conquer’d him, to conquer you: And let me say, for all […]
English Poetry. William Blake. From King Edward the Third. Уильям Блейк. Песня менестреля
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) From King Edward the Third О sons of Trojan Brutus, cloth’d in war, Whose voices are the thunder of the field, Rolling dark clouds o’er France, muffling the sun In sickly darkness like a dim eclipse, Threatening as the red brow of storms, as […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Yak. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Yak As a friend to the children Commend me the Yak. You will find it exactly the thing: It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back, Or lead it about with a string. The Tartar who dwells on […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The World Is Full of Double Beds. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) * * * The world is full of double beds And most delightful maidenheads, Which being so, there’s no excuse For sodomy of self-abuse. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For A Christmas […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Whale. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Whale The Whale that wanders round the Pole Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor serve him in a dish; But you may cut his blubber up And melt it down for oil. And so […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Vulture. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Vulture The Vulture eats between his meals, And that’s the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you and I. His eye is dull, his head is bald, His neck is growing thinner. Oh! what a lesson for […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Scorpion. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Scorpion The Scorpion is as black as soot, He dearly loves to bite; He is a most unpleasant brute To find in bed at night. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Pelagian Drinking Song. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Pelagian Drinking Song Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or to hell It was your own affair. It had nothing to do with the Church, my boy, But was your own affair. […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Pacifist. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Pacifist Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight, But Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For A Christmas Card 893 […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Lion. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Lion The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste, He has a big head and a very small waist; But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim, And a good little child will not play with him. Hilaire […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Elephant. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Elephant When people call this beast to mind, They marvel more and more At such a little tail behind, So large a trunk before. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For A […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Early Morning. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Early Morning The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother. The moon on my left and the dawn on my right. My brother, good morning: my sister, good night. […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. An Elegy on the Glory of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) An Elegy on the Glory of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom passed her door, And always found her […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Birds. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Birds When Jesus Christ was four years old The angels brought Him toys of gold, Which no man ever had bought or sold. And yet with these He would not play. He made Him small fowl out of clay, And blessed […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Big Baboon. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Big Baboon The Big Baboon is found upon The plains of Cariboo: He goes about with nothing on (A shocking thing to do). But if he dressed up respectably And let his whiskers grow, How like this Big Baboon would be […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Tarantella. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Tarantella Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw for a bedding, And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees, And the wine that tasted of tar? And the cheers […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. September. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) September I, from a window where the Meuse is wide, Looked eastward out to the September night; The men that in the hopeless battle died Rose, and deployed, and stationed for the fight; A brumal army, vague and ordered large For mile on […]