English Poetry. Anne Brontë. The Narrow Way. Энн Бронте.

Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) The Narrow Way Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before the truth. It is the only road Unto the realms of joy; But he who seeks that blest abode Must all […]

English Poetry. Joanna Baillie. A Winter Day. Джоанна Бейли.

Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) A Winter Day The cock, warm roosting ‘midst his feather’d dames, Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air, Stretches his neck and claps his heavy wings, Gives three hoarse crows, and glad his talk is done; Low, chuckling, turns himself upon the […]

English Poetry. Joanna Baillie. Hay-Making. Джоанна Бейли.

Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) Hay-Making Upon the grass no longer hangs the dew; Forth hies the mower with his glittering scythe, In snowy shirt bedight, and all unbraced, He moves athwart the mead with sideling bend, And lays the grass in many a swathy line: In every field, […]