English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. October. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) October Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very noon: the year’s grown old, Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace. The vines below have lost their purple grace, And in […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Lord Lundy. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Lord Lundy Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was far too freely moved to Tears. For instance if his Mother said, ”Lundy! It’s time to go to Bed!” […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Lord Finchley. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Lord Finchley Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right! It is the business of the wealthy man To give employment to the artisan. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Lines to a Don. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Lines to a Don Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for a tilt with men– Your quavering and corroded pen; Don poor at Bed and worse at Table, Don pinched, […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) * * * Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties, And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Lines For A Christmas Card Lord Lundy On the Little God 888 […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Jim. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Jim Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; His Friends were very good to him. They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam, And slices of delicious Ham, And […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Is there any reward?. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) * * * Is there any reward? I’m beginning to doubt it. I am broken and bored, Is there any reward Reassure me, Good Lord, And inform me about it. Is there any reward? I’m beginning to doubt it. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The South Country. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The South Country When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Heretics All. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Heretics All Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea, You never shall have good words from me. Caritas non conturbat me. But Catholic men that live upon wine Are deep in the water, and frank, […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Henry King. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Henry King The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself in ugly Knots inside. Physicians of the Utmost Fame Were called at once; but when they came They answered, as […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Conjuration to Electra. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Conjuration to Electra By those soft tods of wool With which the air is full; By all those tinctures there, That paint the hemisphere; By dews and drizzling rain That swell the golden grain; By all those sweets that be I’ the […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Frog. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Frog Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As ”Slimy skin,” or ”Polly-wog,” Or likewise ”Ugly James,” Or ”Gap-a-grin,” or ”Toad-gone-wrong,” Or ”Bill Bandy-knees”: The Frog is justly sensitive To epithets like these. No animal will […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Franklin Hyde. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Franklin Hyde Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle. His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyde Carousing in the Dirt. He Shook him hard from Side to Side And Hit him till it Hurt, Exclaiming, with a Final […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Because My Faltering Feet. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Because My Faltering Feet Because my faltering feet may fail to dare The first descendant of the steps of Hell Give me the Word in time that triumphs there. I too must pass into the misty hollow Where all our living laughter stops: […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. A Trinity. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) A Trinity Of three in One and One in three My narrow mind would doubting be Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness met And all at once were Juliet. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Hildebrand Lines […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Another («O Lord, since we have feasted thus»). Роберт Бернс. И ещё одна молитва после вкушения мясного
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Another («O Lord, since we have feasted thus») O Lord, since we have feasted thus, Which we so little merit, Let Meg now take away the flesh And Jock bring in the spirit! 1793 Перевод на русский язык И ещё одна молитва после вкушения […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Another («Lord, we thank an’ thee adore»). Роберт Бернс. Ещё одна молитва после вкушения мясного
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Another («Lord, we thank an’ thee adore») Lord, we thank an’ thee adore For temp’ral gifts we little merit; At present we will ask no more, Let William Hyslop give the spirit. 1793 Перевод на русский язык Ещё одна молитва после вкушения мясного Господь, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Grace after Meat. Роберт Бернс. Молитва после вкушения мясного
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Grace after Meat O Thou, in whom we live and move. Who mad’st the sea and shore; Thy goodness constantly we prove, And grateful would adore. And if it please thee, Pow’r above, Still grant us, with such store, The friend we trust, the […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. To Death. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) To Death (From Lenau) If within my heart there’s mould, If the flame of Poesy And the flame of Love grow cold, Slay my body utterly. Swiftly, pause not nor delay; Let not my life’s field be spread With the ash of […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. New Love, New Life. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) New Love, New Life I. She, who so long has lain Stone-stiff with folded wings, Within my heart again The brown bird wakes and sings. Brown nightingale, whose strain Is heard by day, by night, She sings of joy and pain, Of […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Christopher Found. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Christopher Found I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so long, I sought in vain In many cities, many lands, With straining eyes and groping hands; The people marvelled at my […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Lyric to Mirth. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Lyric to Mirth While the milder fates consent, Let’s enjoy our merriment : Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play ; Kiss our dollies night and day : Crowned with clusters of the vine, Let us sit, and quaff our wine. Call […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Youth and Love. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Youth and Love What does youth know of love? Little enough, I trow! He plucks the myrtle for his brow, For his forehead the rose. Nay, but of love It is not youth who knows. Amy Levy’s other poems: The Old Poet Ballade […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. To E.. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) To E. The mountains in fantastic lines Sweep, blue-white, to the sky, which shines Blue as blue gems; athwart the pines The lake gleams blue. We three were here, three years gone by; Our Poet, with fine-frenzied eye, You, stepped in learned […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. To a Dead Poet. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) To a Dead Poet I knew not if to laugh or weep; They sat and talked of you– ”’Twas here he sat; ’twas this he said! ’Twas that he used to do. ”Here is the book wherein he read, The room […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Village Garden. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Village Garden To E.M.S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet With mixed delight of lavender and lilies, Dreaming I linger in the noontide heat. Of many summers are […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Sick Man and the Nightingale. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Sick Man and the Nightingale (From Lenau.) So late, and yet a nightingale? Long since have dropp’d the blossoms pale, The summer fields are ripening, And yet a sound of spring? O tell me, didst thou come to hear, […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Old Poet. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Old Poet I will be glad because it is the Spring; I will forget the winter in my heart– Dead hopes and withered promise; and will wring A little joy from life ere life depart. For spendthrift youth with passion-blinded eyes, […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Old House. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Old House In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways;– Here, the dead came to meet me; it was there The dream was dreamed in unforgotten days. But who is this […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Lost Friend. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Lost Friend The people take the thing of course, They marvel not to see This strange, unnatural divorce Betwixt delight and me. I know the face of sorrow, and I know Her voice with all its varied cadences; Which way […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Last Judgment. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Last Judgment With beating heart and lagging feet, Lord, I approach the Judgment-seat. All bring hither the fruits of toil, Measures of wheat and measures of oil; Gold and jewels and precious wine; No hands bare like these hands of mine. […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The End of the Day. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The End of the Day To B. T. Dead-tired, dog-tired, as the vivid day Fails and slackens and fades away.– The sky that was so blue before With sudden clouds is shrouded o’er. Swiftly, stilly the mists uprise, Till blurred and […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 7. The Land of Story-Books. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. Ребёнок, играющий один. 7. Вычитанные страны
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 7. The Land of Story-Books At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz At Loschwitz above the city The air is sunny and chill; The birch-trees and the pine-trees Grow thick upon the hill. Lone and tall, with silver stem, A birch-tree stands apart; The passionate wind of spring-time Stirs in […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Sonnet. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Sonnet Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I Who but a little time ago was tost High on the waves of passion and of pain, With aching heat and wildly throbbing brain, Who peered into the darkness, deeming vain All things there […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Sinfonia Eroica. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Sinfonia Eroica (To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the eager people thronging came To that great hall, drawn by the magic name Of one, a high magician, who […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Run to Death. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Run to Death A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth’s face, In the crowned castle courtyard the blithe horn proclaims the chase; And the ladies on the terrace smile adieux with […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. On the Wye in May. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) On the Wye in May Now is the perfect moment of the year. Half naked branches, half a mist of green, Vivid and delicate the slopes appear; The cool, soft air is neither fierce nor keen, And in the temperate sun we […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Oh, Is It Love?. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Oh, Is It Love? O is it Love or is it Fame, This thing for which I sigh? Or has it then no earthly name For men to call it by? I know not what can ease my pains, Nor what it […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Magdalen. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Magdalen All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet hard; The dreary faces here within; The outer women’s cold regard; The Pastor’s iterated ”sin”;– These things could I endure, and […]