English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. On the Death of Mrs. Jennings. Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) On the Death of Mrs. Jennings Est tamen quieté, & puré, & eleganter actæ ætatis, placida ac lenis senectus. Cicero de Senect. ‘TIS past: dear venerable shade, farewel! Thy blameless life thy peaceful death shall tell. Clear to the […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. Song 6 (WHEN first upon your tender cheek). Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) Song 6 (WHEN first upon your tender cheek) WHEN first upon your tender cheek I saw the morn of beauty break With mild and cheering beam, I bow’d before your infant shrine, The earliest sighs you had were mine, And you […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. To Miss R—, on her Attendance upon her Mother at Buxton. Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) To Miss R—, on her Attendance upon her Mother at Buxton With lenient arts extend a mother’s breath. Pope. WHEN blooming beauty in the noon of power, While offer’d joys demand each sprightly hour, With all that pomp of charms and […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. To a Lady, with painted Flowers. Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) To a Lady, with painted Flowers ———————— tibi lilia plenis Ecce ferunt nymphæ calathis. Virgil. FLOWERS to the fair: To you these flowers I bring, And strive to greet you with an earlier spring. Flowers sweet, and gay, and delicate like […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. Song 4 (WHEN gentle Celia first I knew). Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) Song 4 (WHEN gentle Celia first I knew) WHEN gentle Celia first I knew, A breast so good, so kind, so true, Reason and taste approv’d; Pleas’d to indulge so pure a flame, I call’d it by too soft a name, […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. Delia, an Elegy. Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) Delia, an Elegy —tecum ut longæ sociarem gaudia vitæ, Inque tuo caderet nostra senecta sinu. Tibul. YES, Delia loves! My fondest vows are blest; Farewell the memory of her past disdain; One kind relenting glance has heal’d my breast, And balanc’d […]
English Poetry. Matthew Arnold. West London. Мэтью Арнольд.
Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) West London Crouch’d on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in her arms, and at her side A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare. Some labouring men, whose work lay […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. Song 1 (COME here fond youth, whoe’er thou be). Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) Song 1 (COME here fond youth, whoe’er thou be) COME here fond youth, whoe’er thou be, That boasts to love as well as me; And if thy breast have felt so wide a wound, Come hither and thy flame approve; I’ll teach thee […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. The Origin of Song-Writing. Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) The Origin of Song-Writing Illic indocto primum se exercuit arcu; Hei mihi quant doctas nunc habet ille manus! Tibul. WHEN Cupid, wanton boy, was young, His wings unfledg’d, and rude his tongue, He loiter’d in Arcadian bowers, And hid his bow […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. To Mrs. P—, with Drawings of Birds and Insects. Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) To Mrs. P—, with Drawings of Birds and Insects The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire, One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. Pope. AMANDA bids; at her command again I seize the pencil, or resume the pen; […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. Backwardness of the Spring 1771. Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) Backwardness of the Spring 1771 Estatem increpitans seram, zephyrosque morantes. Virgil. IN vain the sprightly sun renews his course, Climbs up th’ ascending signs and leads the day, While long embattled clouds repel his force, And lazy vapours choke the golden […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. On a Lady’s Writing. Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) On a Lady’s Writing HER even lines her steady temper show; Neat as her dress, and polish’d as her brow; Strong as her judgment, easy as her air; Correct though free, and regular though fair: And the same graces o’er her pen preside […]
English Poetry. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. To Mr. [S.T.] C[oleridge]. Анна-Летиция Барбо.
Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) To Mr. [S.T.] C[oleridge] Midway the hill of science, after steep And rugged paths that tire the unpractised feet, A grove extends; in tangled mazes wrought, And filled with strange enchantment: dubious shapes Flit through dim glades, and lure the eager foot Of […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To a Lady who Presented to the Author a Lock of Hair Braided with his own, and appointed a Night in December to meet him in the Garden. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To a Lady who Presented to the Author a Lock of Hair Braided with his own, and appointed a Night in December to meet him in the Garden These locks, which fondly thus entwine, In firmer chains our hearts confine, Than all […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Thoughts Suggested by a College Examination. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Thoughts Suggested by a College Examination High in the midst, surrounded by his peers, Magnus his ample front sublime uprears: Plac’d on his chair of state, he seems a God, While Sophs and Freshmen tremble at his nod; As all around sit […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To Caroline (When I hear you express an affection so warm). Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To Caroline (When I hear you express an affection so warm) 1. When I hear you express an affection so warm, Ne’er think, my belov’d, that I do not believe; For your lip would the soul of suspicion disarm, […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To M.S.G. (When I dream that you love me, you’ll surely forgive). Джордж Гордон Байрон. К М.С.Г. (О! Если мне порой в прекрасном сновиденьи)
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To M.S.G. (When I dream that you love me, you’ll surely forgive) 1. When I dream that you love me, you’ll surely forgive; Extend not your anger to sleep; For in visions alone your affection can live,— I rise, […]
English Poetry. Matthew Arnold. Kaiser Dead. Мэтью Арнольд.
Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) Kaiser Dead What, Kaiser dead? The heavy news Post-haste to Cobham calls the Muse, From where in Farringford she brews The ode sublime, Or with Pen-bryn’s bold bard pursues A rival rhyme. Kai’s bracelet tail, Kai’s busy feet, Were known to all the […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Love Inducin Christian Conduct. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Love Inducin Christian Conduct When understand my meaning by my words, How sense of mercy unto faith affords Both grace to sanctify, and holy make That soul that of forgiveness doth partake. Thus having briefly showed you what is The way of […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Of the Going down of the Sun. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Of the Going down of the Sun What, hast thou run thy race, art going down? Thou seemest angry, why dost on us frown? Yea, wrap thy head with clouds and hide thy face, As threatening to withdraw from us thy grace? O leave […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Upon the Swallow. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Upon the Swallow This pretty bird, O! how she flies and sings, But could she do so if she had not wings? Her wings bespeak my faith, her songs my peace; When I believe and sing my doubtings cease. John Bunyan’s other poems: Upon […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Upon Fire. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Upon Fire Who falls into the fire shall burn with heat; While those remote scorn from it to retreat. Yea, while those in it, cry out, O! I burn, Some farther off those cries to laughter turn. Comparison. While some tormented are […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Of Godly Fear. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Of Godly Fear Us godly fear delightful unto thee, That fear that God himself delights to see Bear sway in them that love him? then he will Thy godly mind in this request fulfil. By giving thee a fear that tremble shall, […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. From Mount Gerizzim. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) From Mount Gerizzim Besides what I said of the Four Last Things, And of the weal and woe that from them springs; An after-word still runneth in my mind, Which I shall here expose unto that wind That may it blow into […]
English Poetry. Anne Bannerman. The Festival of St. Magnus the Martyr. Энн Баннерман.
Anne Bannerman (Энн Баннерман) The Festival of St. Magnus the Martyr THE first time Sir Ewaine ahunting went, The light spring leaves were on the tree, And the Ladie Ellenor sat in her hall, That gallant train to see…. When Sir Ewaine return’d from that hunting, The […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To Caroline (Oh! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow?). Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To Caroline (Oh! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow?) 1. Oh! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow? Oh! when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay? The present is hell! and the […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Epitaph on a Beloved Friend. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Epitaph on a Beloved Friend Oh, Friend! for ever lov’d, for ever dear! What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour’d bier! What sighs re-echo’d to thy parting breath, Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death! Could tears retard the tyrant […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School Where are those honours, Ida! once your own, When Probus fill’d your magisterial throne? As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace, Hail’d a Barbarian in her Cæsar’s place, So you, degenerate, share […]
English Poetry. Matthew Arnold. The Charge. Мэтью Арнольд.
Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) The Charge They outtalked thee, hissed thee, tore thee? Better men fared thus before thee; Fired their ringing shot and pass’d, Hotly charged- and sank at last. Charge once more, then, and be dumb! Let the victors, when they come, When the forts of […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To Caroline (You say you love, and yet your eye). Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To Caroline (You say you love, and yet your eye) 1. You say you love, and yet your eye No symptom of that love conveys, You say you love, yet know not why, Your cheek no sign of love betrays. […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. To the Reader. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) To the Reader The title page will show, if there thou look, Who are the proper subjects of this book. They’re boys and girls of all sorts and degrees, From those of age to children on the knees. Thus comprehensiv e am […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Meditations upon an Egg. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Meditations upon an Egg 1. The egg’s no chick by falling from the hen; Nor man a Christian, till he’s born again. The egg’s at first contained in the shell; Men, afore grace, in sins and darkness dwell. The egg, when laid, by […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Author’s Apology for His Book. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Author’s Apology for His Book WHEN at the first I took my pen in hand Thus for to write, I did not understand That I at all should make a little book In such a mode: nay, I had undertook To make […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Of the Boy and the Butterfly. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Of the Boy and the Butterfly Behold how eager this our little boy Is for this Butterfly, as if all joy, All profits, honours, yea, and lasting pleasures, Were wrapt up in her, or the richest treasures, Found in her, would be bundled up […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Upon a Snail. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Upon a Snail She goes but softly, but she goeth sure, She stumbles not, as stronger creatures do. Her journey’s shorter, so she may endure Better than they which do much farther go. She makes no noise, but stilly seizeth on The flower or […]
English Poetry. John Bunyan. Upon the Thief. Джон Баньян.
John Bunyan (Джон Баньян) Upon the Thief The thief, when he doth steal, thinks he doth gain; Yet then the greatest loss he doth sustain. Come, thief, tell me thy gains, but do not falter. When summ’d, what comes it to more than the halter? Perhaps, thou’lt say, […]
English Poetry. Anne Bannerman. The Prophecy of Merlin. Энн Баннерман.
Anne Bannerman (Энн Баннерман) The Prophecy of Merlin FOR three long nights had King Arthur watch’d, The light from the turret shone! For three long nights had King Arthur wak’d, He pass’d them all alone! On the fourth, at the first hour’s summon bell, As the warder […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To Caroline (Think’st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes). Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To Caroline (Think’st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes) 1. Think’st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Suffus’d in tears, implore to stay; And heard unmov’d thy plenteous sighs, Which said far more than words can say? 2. […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. On the Death of a Young Lady, Cousin to the Author, and Very Dear to Him. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) On the Death of a Young Lady, Cousin to the Author, and Very Dear to Him 1. Hush’d are the winds, and still the evening gloom, Not e’en a zephyr wanders through the grove, Whilst I return to view my […]
English Poetry. Matthew Arnold. From the Hymn of Empedocles. Мэтью Арнольд.
Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) From the Hymn of Empedocles IS it so small a thing To have enjoy’d the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done; To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes; That […]