English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Gap in the White. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Gap in the White Something had cracked in her mouth as she slept, Having danced with the Prince long, and sipped his gold tass; And she woke in alarm, and quick, breathlessly, leapt Out of bed to the glass. And there, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. I Am the One. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) I Am the One I am the one whom ringdoves see Through chinks in boughs When they do not rouse In sudden dread, But stay on cooing, as if they said: ‘Oh; it’s only he.’ I am the passer when up-eared hares, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Six Boards. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Six Boards Six boards belong to me: I do not know where they may be; If growing green, or lying dry In a cockloft nigh. Some morning I shall claim them, And who may then possess will aim them To bring […]
English Poetry. Francis Grose. On a Wife. Френсис Гроуз. Стихи о покойной супруге
Francis Grose (Френсис Гроуз) On a Wife My dame and I, full twenty years, Liv’d man and wife together; I could no longer keep her here, She’s gone the Lord knows whither. Of tongue she was exceeding free, I purpose not to flatter; Of all the wives […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epigram on Captain Francis Grose, the Celebrated Antiquary. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма на капитана Френсиса Гроуза, известного собирателя старины
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epigram on Captain Francis Grose, the Celebrated Antiquary The Devil got notice that Gross was a-dying, So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he approach’d where poor Francis lay moaning, And saw each bed-poet with its […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 10. Urania. To the Human Muse. Джеймс Максвелл. 10. Урания. К Музе Рода Человеческого
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 10. Urania. To the Human Muse To please the taste of all mankind, Is this the task by thee design’d? And if thou canst the same perform, Then must thou weather many a storm. Yea, must do what was never done, […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 9. Postscript; by Way of Application. Джеймс Максвелл. 9. Послесловие; оно же и Обращение
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 9. Postscript; by Way of Application Were all the Poets such as these now found, No matter then how thick they spread the ground; But now for poets we have poetasters, Who fill their readers minds with sad disasters; Only pretenders to the sacred […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 8. An Epitaph on L— Poems. By another Hand. Джеймс Максвелл. 8. Эпитафия собранию поэтических произведений Джона Лапрейка, составленная другим человеком
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 8. An Epitaph on L— Poems. By another Hand Here lie the Poems of L–, Which neither pleas’d the saint nor rake. Which neither made us laugh nor weep; But strange – they lull’d us fast asleep! Dulness appear’d in every line, […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 1. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 1 A new song to the Lamb that was slain. Rev. 5:6-12 Behold the glories of the Lamb Amidst his Father’s throne; Prepare new honors for his name, And songs before unknown. Let elders worship at his feet, The church […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 7. To L———–’s Subscribers. Джеймс Максвелл. 7. Подписчикам на собрание поэтических произведений Джона Лапрейка
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 7. To L———–’s Subscribers If for a prize you’ve got a blank, You well may know whom you should thank. Your fav’rite B— you took to be A dext’rous judge of poetry. His M—k Poet he befriended, And much his genius he […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 6. On L—————–’s Poems. Another A—–sh—–e Bard. Джеймс Максвелл. 6. О стихотворениях господина Лапрейка, другого эйрширского барда
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 6. On L—————–’s Poems. Another A—–sh—–e Bard A—SH—E is sure become a fruitful field, It doth such store of noble Poets yield. Lo, here’s another started up of late, That on Parnassus sure hath had his feat: He seems with Poetry so […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 5. 3d Answer, By the Same. Джеймс Максвелл. 5. Третий ответ на стихотворение Роберта Бернса «В Стерлинге», составленный тем же человеком
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 5. 3d Answer, By the Same The Stewarts Race, ’tis true, o’er Britain reign’d, And much their hands with blood of martyrs stain’d. At last did they the British throne resign, And left it to a more illustrious Line, Who are […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 4. 2d Answer. By another Hand. Джеймс Максвелл. 4. Второй ответ на стихотворение Роберта Бернса «В Стерлинге», составленный другим человеком
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 4. 2d Answer. By another Hand Too long, О В—, hast thou deceiv’d The world and fools thy lies believ’d. But now they see thy cursed aim, To blast a worthy Monarch’s fame. Thus dost thou thy false heart disclose, […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 3. 1st Answer to the Foregoing. By—— HAMILTON. Джеймс Максвелл. 3. Первый ответ на стихотворение Роберта Бернса «В Стерлинге», составленный Гамильтоном
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 3. 1st Answer to the Foregoing. By—— HAMILTON Thus wretches rail, whom sordid gain Has dragg’d in faction’s gilded chain. But can a mind which fame inspires, Where genius lights her brightest fires —– Can В —, disdaining truth and law, Faction’s envenom’d dagger […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 2. On the Ayr-shire Ploughman Poet, or Poetaster, R.B.. Джеймс Максвелл. 2. Об эйрширском пахаре-поэте, или рифмоплёте Р.Б.
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 2. On the Ayr-shire Ploughman Poet, or Poetaster, R.B. Of all British poets that yet have appear’d, None e’er at things sacred so daringly sneer’d, As he in the west, who but lately is sprung From behind the plough-tails, and from raking of dung. […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 1. ’Twas Thought of Late but Few Years Past…. Джеймс Максвелл. 1. А ведь ещё вчера считалось…
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 1. ’Twas Thought of Late but Few Years Past… ’Twas thought of late but few years past, The Poets all had sung their last, Especially on British ground: Or that the Muses were asleep, And would perpetual silence keep. Nor once more chirp another […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Stanzas on Happiness. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Stanzas on Happiness Not to the camp, the court, or hoary cell, Is pure Felicity’s bright meed confin’d; Nor yet with wealth th’ brilliant deigns to dwell, Nor beat the billows round the gem refin’d: But where to man true estimation’s giv’n, […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Invocation to Fancy. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Invocation to Fancy Oh Thou! whose daedal hand can chear, Cimmerian vale, or cavern drear; Or clothe the sandy desart wide In all the gaudy summer’s pride; Or bid poetic shapes arise Spontaneous to thy formful eyes; Now let thy wonted influ’nce […]
English Poetry. James Shirley. To the Painter Preparing to Draw M.M.H.. Джеймс Шерли.
James Shirley (Джеймс Шерли) To the Painter Preparing to Draw M.M.H. Be not too forward, painter; ’tis More for thy fame, and art, to miss All other faces, than come near The Lady, that expecteth here. Be wise, and think it less disgrace To draw an angel, than […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Night. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Night I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes! And then a voice may meet my ear That death has silenced long ago; And hope and rapture […]
English Poetry. James Shirley. Victorious Men of Earth, No More. Джеймс Шерли. «Ты покорил морской простор…»
James Shirley (Джеймс Шерли) * * * (EXCEPT FROM “CUPID AND DEATH”) Victorious men of earth, no more Proclaim how wide your empires are; Though you bind-in every shore, And your triumphs reach as far As night or day, Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey And […]
English Poetry. James Shirley. The Fair Felon. Джеймс Шерли.
James Shirley (Джеймс Шерли) The Fair Felon In Love’s name you are charged hereby To make a speedy hue and cry, After a face, who t’other day, Came and stole my heart away; For your directions in brief These are best marks to know the thief: Her hair […]
English Poetry. James Shirley. Piping Peace. Джеймс Шерли. Мир, играющий на дудочке
James Shirley (Джеймс Шерли) Piping Peace You virgins that did late despair To keep your wealth from cruel men, Tie up in silk your careless hair: Soft peace is come again. Now lovers’ eyes may gently shoot A flame that will not kill; The drum was angry, […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Invocation to Melancholy. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Invocation to Melancholy Come sober Melancholy, come! Lead me to some impervious gloom. I love thy tresses, darkly brown, That flow thy ivory neck a-down; Far more than hers whose flying foot Wantons to the silver lute. With thee I’ll stray in […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Ode to Autumn. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Ode to Autumn Eve of the year! now that the sister train Of gaudy Summer with the wanton Hours With lingering step retire Thy modest charms unfold. Thee, sober Nymph, the pensive Pleasures hail, And Leisure, roving midst thy teeming shores; […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Hint from Voiture. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Hint from Voiture Let Sol his annual journeys run, And when the radiant task is done, Confess, through all the globe, ‘twou’d pose him, To match the charms that Celia shows him. And should he boast he once had seen As just a […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Anacreontic. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Anacreontic ‘Twas in a cool Aonian glade, The wanton Cupid, spent with toil, Had sought refreshment from the shade, And stretch’d him on the mossy soil. A vagrant Muse drew nigh, and found The subtle traitor fast asleep; And is it thine to […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. In Memory of a Private Family in Worcestershire. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. In Memory of a Private Family in Worcestershire From a lone tower, with reverend ivy crown’d, The pealing bell awaked a tender sigh; Still, as the village caught the waving sound, A swelling tear distream’d from every eye. So droop’d, I ween, […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Cupid and Plutus. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Cupid and Plutus When Celia, love’s eternal foe, To rich old Gomez first was married; And angry Cupid came to know His shafts had err’d, his bow miscarried; He sigh’d, he wept, he hung his head, On the cold ground, full sad, he […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. The Attribute of Venus. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) The Attribute of Venus Yes; Fulvia is like Venus fair, Has all her bloom, and shape, and air; But still, to perfect every grace, She wants—the smile upon her face. The crown majestic Juno wore; And Cynthia’s brow the crescent bore; An helmet […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) * * * A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his knee. Turned he his thoughts to future times Or are they backward cast? For freedom is he pining now Or mourning […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. One Struggle More, and I Am Free. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Решусь – пора освободиться
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) * * * One struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain; One last long sigh to love and thee, Then back to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now With things that […]
English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. From the Arabic, an Imitation. Перси Биши Шелли.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли) From the Arabic, an Imitation MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love. Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest’s flight, Bore thee […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Monody on the Death of Robert Burns. Уильям Гамильтон Рид. Монодия на смерть Роберта Бернса
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Monody on the Death of Robert Burns 1. Melpomene, thou mournfu’ muse, Dinna to aid me now refuse, My paper mony a tear bedews, My heart’s like lead, Now while I write the waefu’ news, That Robin’s dead. 2. […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. An Elegy to the Memory of Mr. Robert Burns, the Celebrated Scots Poet. Уильям Гамильтон Рид. Элегия в память о мистере Роберте Бернсе, прославленном шотландском поэте
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) An Elegy to the Memory of Mr. Robert Burns, the Celebrated Scots Poet As late I walk’d beneath the moon’s pale rays, Accusing fortune of my scanty share, How I had spent – mispent, my youthful days, To gain the favour […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. On receiving a Shock from an Electric Machine, when Author was troubled with Pains. Дэвид Кроуфорд. На получение разряда от электрической машины, после которого Автор, мучимый болями, почувстовал облегчение
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) On receiving a Shock from an Electric Machine, when Author was troubled with Pains Master o’ med’cine, Robie Scott, Ye see I hae not yet forgot, How I maist lap out o, my coat, Whan your machine Cust fire upo’, me like a shot, […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. A Letter sent to a Gentleman, who had advised the Author to be a Volunteer, but was rejected on account of Age. Дэвид Кроуфорд. Письмо, отправленное джентльмену, который посоветовал автору пойти добровольцем на военную службу
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) A Letter sent to a Gentleman, who had advised the Author to be a Volunteer, but was rejected on account of Age Dear Sir, last night I gave a call As was propos’d at Merchants-hall When Gol’nel Crichton knew my age, […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. Verses on the Edinburgh Volunteers Receiving their Colours, September 26, 1794. Дэвид Кроуфорд. Стихи, написанные в честь Эдинбургских Волонтёров в день получения боевого знамени 26 сентября 1794 года
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) Verses on the Edinburgh Volunteers Receiving their Colours, September 26, 1794 While some for fame, and some for fun, In high-style words mak speeches run, I’ll, like my gude auld mother’s son, A story tell, To praise the lads who sword or gun Do […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Soldier’s Welcome Home. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Soldier’s Welcome Home (Written upon the return of General Scott from his brilliant Mexican campaign.) Victorious the hero returns from the wars, His brow bound with laurels that never will fade, While streams the free standard of stripes […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Lady оf England. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Lady оf England Lady of England–o’er the seas Thy name was borne on every breeze, Till all this sunset clime became Familiar with Victoria’s name. Though seas divide us many miles, Yet, for the Queen of those fair isles, Which gave […]