English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Night in the City. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Night in the City The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze. From moisty eaves the drops […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. New England Magazine. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) New England Magazine Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, Whose cheveaux long and curly. “Je am a poete, sir,” dit he, “Je live where tres grande want […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. When Ida Puts Her Armor On. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) * * * When Ida puts her armor on And draws her trusty blade The turnips in the bin turn pale, The apples are afraid. The quiet kitchen city wakes And consternation feels, And quick the tocsin pealeth forth In long potato […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Cowboy Had a Sterling Heart. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) * * * The Cowboy had a sterling heart, The Maiden was from Boston, The Rancher saw his wealth depart— The Steers were what he lost on. The Villain was a banker’s limb, His spats and cane were nifty; The Maiden […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Judgment Day. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Judgment Day Saint Peter stood, at Heaven’s gate, All souls claims to adjudicate Saying to some souls, ”Enter in!” ”Go to Hell,” to others, ”you are steeped in sin.” When up from earth, with a great hubbub, Came all the members of […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Immortality. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Immortality I bowed my head in anguish sore When Life made Death his bride; “Soul, we are lost forever more!” Unto my soul I cried. “Nay, waste in wailing not thy breath,” My soul replied to me, “Behold! The child […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. How’d You Like It?. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) How’d You Like It? Well, then! How’d you like to bear the name of Butler As an honor badge eight centuries at least, And then have the Prohibitionists inform you That a butler is a sort of outlawed beast? Ellis Parker […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Golden Silence. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Golden Silence I told her I loved her and begged but a word, One dear little word, that would be For me by all odds the most sweet ever heard, But never a word said she! I raged at her […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Highland Mary. Роберт Бернс. Горянка Мэри
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Highland Mary Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o’ Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There Simmer first unfald her robes, And there the langest tarry: For there I took the last Fareweel O’ […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Cupid Caught Napping. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Cupid Caught Napping Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy fellow, Close above the fragrant bed Back and forth a gruff bee sped, And, to lull the sleepy […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Circumstantial Evidence. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Circumstantial Evidence She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke); She thinks all men quite stupid are, (But laughs whene’er I joke). She says she does not care for verse (But praises all I write); […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Anticipation. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Anticipation I hold her letter as I stand, Nor break the seal; no need to guess What dainty little female hand Penned this most delicate address. The scented seal—I break it not, But stand in stormy revery; I tremble as […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Satisfactory Reform. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Satisfactory Reform A merry burgomaster In a burgh upon the Rhine Said, “Our burghers all are Far too fond of drinking wine.” So the merry burgomaster, When the burgomasters met, Bade them look into the matter Ere the thing went […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Lost Angel. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Lost Angel When first we met she seemed so white I feared her; As one might near a spirit bright I neared her; An angel pure from heaven above I dreamed her, And far too good for human love I […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Culinary Puzzle. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Culinary Puzzle In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding clean, Oft I like to loiter, watching While she mixes things for tea; And she tasks me, slyly […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. To Lovers. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) To Lovers Ho, ye lovers, list to me; Warning words have I for thee: Give ye heed, hefore ye wed, To this thing Sir Chaucer said: “Love wol not be constrained by maistrie, When maistrie cometh, the god of love anon […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Pastoral. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Pastoral Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of his pills. And Grandmother, by the cupboard, Knitting, heard him say: “I ought to have went to the […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Minute. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Minute She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath the tree A minute. She turned her smiling face to me; I saw a roguish sweetness in it; I […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Whale. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Whale The Whale is found in seas and oceans, Indulging there in fishlike motions, But Science shows that Whales are mammals, Like Jersey cows, and goats, and camels. When undisturbed, the Whale will browse Like camels, goats, and Jersey […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To a Mountain Daisy, On Turning One Down With The Plough, In April, 1786. Роберт Бернс. К срезанной плугом маргаритке
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To a Mountain Daisy, On Turning One Down With The Plough, In April, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, Thou’s met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my power, Thou […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Sheep. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Sheep The Sheep adorns the landscape rural And is both singular and plural— It gives grammarians the creeps To hear one say, “A flock of sheeps.” The Sheep is gentle, meek and mild, And led in herds by man or […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Study in Feeling. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Study in Feeling To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes. To execute pianos and to fiddle with success, With sympathy and feeling you must fairly effervesce; It […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Mary Had a Little Frog. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) * * * Mary had a little frog And it was water-soaked, But Mary did not keep it long Because, of course, it croaked! Ellis Parker Butler’s other poems: Song for Heroes Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! The Sheep Cupid Caught […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Hunter. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Hunter A full-fledged gun cannot endure The trifling of an amateur; Poor marksmanship its temper spoils And this is why the gun recoils. A self-respecting gun I’m sure Delights to jar the amateur And thinks that it is no disgrace […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Good – Better – Best. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Good – Better – Best When young, in tones quite positive I said, “The world shall see That I can keep myself from sin; A good man I will be.” But when I loved Miss Kate St. Clair ‘Twas thus my […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. The Woody Hollow. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. The Woody Hollow If mem’ry, when our hope’s a-gone, Could bring us dreams to cheat us on, Ov happiness our hearts voun’ true In years we come too quickly drough; What days should come to me, but you, That burn’d my […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Hope in Spring. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Hope in Spring In happy times a while agoo, My lively hope, that’s now a-gone Did stir my heart the whole year drough, But mwost when green-bough’d spring come on: When I did rove, wi’ litty veet, Drough deäisy-beds so white’s […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Bob the Fiddler. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Bob the Fiddler Oh! Bob the fiddler is the pride O’ chaps an’ maïdens vur an’ wide; They can’t keep up a merry tide, But Bob is in the middle. If merry Bob do come avore ye, He’ll zing a zong, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On a Request of Chloris. Роберт Бернс. Ответ на просьбу Хлорис
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On a Request of Chloris From a white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig her fair breast to adorn; No, by heavens! I exclaimed, let me perish if ever I plant in that bosom a thorn! 1794 Перевод на русский язык Ответ на […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Grace before Meat. Роберт Бернс. Молитва перед вкушением мясного
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Grace before Meat O Lord, when hunger pinches sore, Do thou stand us in need, And send us from thy bounteous store, A tup or wether head! Amen. 1793 Перевод на русский язык Молитва перед вкушением мясного Внемли, всемилостивый Бог, Голодному собранью […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Bottle and Friend. Роберт Бернс. «Я пью за бутылку и честного друга…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Bottle and Friend There’s nane that’s blest of human kind, But the cheerful and the gay, man, Fal, la, la, &c. Here’s a bottle and an honest friend! What wad ye wish for mair, man? Wha kens, before his life may end, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Impromptu («How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face…»). Роберт Бернс. Экспромт («Меня сравнил ты нынче днём…»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Impromptu («How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face…») How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face, Ye ugly, glowering spectre? My face was but the keekin’ glass, An’ there ye saw your picture. 1791 Перевод на русский язык Экспромт («Меня сравнил ты нынче днём…») Меня сравнил ты […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To a Lady who Was Looking up the Text during Sermon. Роберт Бернс. Даме, которая усердно просматривала Библию во время проповеди
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To a Lady who Was Looking up the Text during Sermon Fair maid, you need not take the hint, Nor idle texts pursue: ’Twas guilty sinners that he meant – Not angels such as you! 1787 Перевод на русский язык Даме, которая усердно просматривала […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To ——. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To —— 1. Oh! well I know your subtle Sex, Frail daughters of the wanton Eve,— While jealous pangs our Souls perplex, No passion prompts you to relieve. 2. From Love, or Pity ne’er you fall, By you, […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To a Lady (This Band, which bound thy yellow hair). Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To a Lady (This Band, which bound thy yellow hair) Who Presented the Author with the Velvet Band which bound her Tresses 1. This Band, which bound thy yellow hair Is mine, sweet girl! thy pledge of love; […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To the Earl of Clare. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To the Earl of Clare Tu semper amoris Sis memor, et cari comitis ne abscedat imago. Val. Flac. Argonaut, iv. 36. 1. Friend of my youth! when young we rov’d, Like striplings, mutually belov’d, With Friendship’s purest glow; The […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To a Lady (Oh! had my Fate been join’d with thine). Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To a Lady (Oh! had my Fate been join’d with thine) 1. Oh! had my Fate been join’d with thine, As once this pledge appear’d a token, These follies had not, then, been mine, For, then, my peace had not been […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Answer to some Elegant Verses sent by a Friend to the Author, complaining that one of his descriptions was rather too warmly drawn. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Answer to some Elegant Verses sent by a Friend to the Author, complaining that one of his descriptions was rather too warmly drawn “But if any old Lady, Knight, Priest, or Physician, Should condemn me for printing a second edition; If good […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Stanzas to a Lady, with the Poems of Camoëns. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Stanzas to a Lady, with the Poems of Camoëns 1. This votive pledge of fond esteem, Perhaps, dear girl! for me thou’lt prize; It sings of Love’s enchanting dream, A theme we never can despise. 2. Who […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Lines Addressed to a Young Lady. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Lines Addressed to a Young Lady As the Author was discharging his Pistols in a Garden, Two Ladies passing near the spot were alarmed by the sound of a Bullet hissing near them, to one of whom the following stanzas were […]