English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Boat-Song. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Boat-Song Pull away merrily–over the waters! Bend to your oars for the wood-tangled shore; We’re off and afloat with earth’s loveliest daughters, Worth all the argosies wave ever bore. Pull away gallantly–pull away valiantly– Pull with a swoop, boys; and pull for […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. King Cotton. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) King Cotton Old Cotton is king, boys–aha! With his locks so fleecy and white! He shines among kings like a star! And his is the sceptre of right, Boys, of right, And his is the sceptre of right! Old Cotton, the […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day. Энн Бронте. Строки, сложенные в лесу в ветреный день
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas. […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Origin of Yankee Doodle. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Origin of Yankee Doodle Once in a time old Johnny Bull Flew in a raging fury, And swore that Jonathan should have No trials, sir, by jury; That no elections should be held Across the briny waters: “And now,” said he, […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. We Were Boys Together. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) * * * (Music by Russell) We were boys together, And never can forget The school-house near the heather, In childhood where we met; The humble home to memory dear, Its sorrows and its joys; Where woke the transient smile or […]
English Poetry. Thomas Shadwell. Your Awful Voice. Томас Шедвелл.
Thomas Shadwell (Томас Шедвелл) Your Awful Voice Your awful voice I hear and I obey, Brother to Jove and monarch of the sea. Come down, my blusterers, swell no more, Your stormy rage give o’er. To your prisons below, Down you must go. In hollow rocks your […]
English Poetry. Thomas Shadwell. Nymphs and Shepherds. Томас Шедвелл.
Thomas Shadwell (Томас Шедвелл) Nymphs and Shepherds Nymphs and shepherds, come away. In the groves let’s sport and play, For this is Flora’s holiday, Sacred to ease and happy love, To dancing, to music and to poetry; Your flocks may now securely rove Whilst you express your jollity. […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. Ode the Recovery of His Majesty from His Late Illness, in the Year 1789. Дэвид Кроуфорд. Ода на выздоровление Его Величества после недавней болезни. 1789
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) Ode the Recovery of His Majesty from His Late Illness, in the Year 1789 I. In songs of praise, Ye Britons raise Your voices, bless heav’n’s sovereign Lord, Who from disease, To health and ease, Our much lov’d […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. An Answer to Will. M’Vitie. Дэвид Кроуфорд. Ответ Уильяму Маквити
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) An Answer to Will. M’Vitie Warm-hearted Willy, I declare A friend like you is unca rare, I’m sure I henna miss’d my share O’ gude advices, Forby a weel-far’d pithy pray’r, That truly nice is. Lad, I can eithly understand, Wad some bra […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Evening Songs. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Evening Songs I THE BIRDS have hid, the winds are low, The brake is awake, the grass aglow: The bat is the rover, No bee on the clover, The day is over, And evening come. The heavy beetle spreads […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. The Pilgrims. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) The Pilgrims “WHITHER, pilgrims, whither bound, Passing slowly with no sound?” One by one they journey by, Gliding, gliding silently; Slowly, slowly, dim and gray, Hold they on their ghostly way. “Hither, children, making May Of the solemn autumn day, Who […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Look up. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Look up ENOUGH of sweet and fair Hovers for hope to see; Enough for hope is the summer air, The song in the summer tree. Fair things in plenty spread, They fill faith’s quiet eye; The heart that hungers and is […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. At a Grave. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) At a Grave As out of the dark the stars, Broke forth the heavenly bars Of passion strong, The wild bird’s song, Borne, wave on wave, From a branch above a grave. Mute heart, you, listening, heard The music of the […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Confidence. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Confidence Oppressed with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe: But I will not despair. With this polluted heart I dare to come to Thee, Holy and mighty as Thou art; For Thou wilt pardon me. […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Tears. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Tears Not in the time of pleasure Hope doth set her bow; But in the sky of sorrow, Over the vale of woe. Through gloom and shadow look we On beyond the years! The soul would have no rainbow Had the […]
English Poetry. Henry Constable. To the Blessed Sacrament. Генри Констебль.
Henry Constable (Генри Констебль) To the Blessed Sacrament WHEN thee (O holy sacrificed Lambe) In severed sygnes I whyte and liquide see, As on thy body slayne I thynke on thee, Which pale by sheddyng of thy bloode became. And when agayne I […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. To the River. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) To the River Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty- the unhidden heart- The playful maziness of art In old Alberto’s daughter; But when within thy wave she […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. The Divine Right of Kings. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) The Divine Right of Kings The only king by right divine Is Ellen King, and were she mine I’d strive for liberty no more, But hug the glorious chains I wore. Her bosom is an ivory throne, Where tyrant virtue reigns […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. Sancta Maria. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) Sancta Maria Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes - Upon the sinner’s sacrifice, Of fervent prayer and humble love, From thy holy throne above. At morn – at noon – at twilight dim - Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! In joy […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. Enigma. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) Enigma The noblest name in Allegory’s page, The hand that traced inexorable rage; A pleasing moralist whose page refined, Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind; A tender poet of a foreign tongue, (Indited in the language that he sung.) A bard […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. In Youth I have Known One. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) In Youth I have Known One How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature’s universal throne; Her woods – her winds – her mountains – the intense Reply of Hers to Our intelligence! I. In youth I have […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. Dreams. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) Dreams Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ‘Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, […]
English Poetry. Bayard Taylor. Gettysburg Ode. Бейард Тейлор.
Bayard Taylor (Бейард Тейлор) Gettysburg Ode After the eyes that looked, the lips that spake Here, from the shadows of impending death, Those words of solemn breath, What voice may fitly break The silence, doubly hallowed, left by him? We can but bow the head, with eyes grown […]
English Poetry. Bayard Taylor. To M. T.. Бейард Тейлор.
Bayard Taylor (Бейард Тейлор) To M. T. THOUGH thy constant love I share, Yet its gift is rarer; In my youth I thought thee fair: Thou art older and fairer! Full of more than young delight Now day and night are; For the presence, then so […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. A Fragment. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) A Fragment ‘Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. Then whence this change, and why so oft Dost smooth thy hazel hair? And wherefore deck thy youthful form With such unwearied […]
English Poetry. Bayard Taylor. The Return of the Goddess. Бейард Тейлор.
Bayard Taylor (Бейард Тейлор) The Return of the Goddess Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn, And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way, But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn, She comes to me to-day. Does she forget the trysts we used to […]
English Poetry. William M’Vitie. An Epistle to David Crawford. Уильям Маквити. Послание Дэвиду Кроуфорду
William M’Vitie (Уильям Маквити) An Epistle to David Crawford When ither people jaw away About politics o’ the day, Or how the French an’ Austrian play Do oft rehearse, Accept frae me this faint essay, In rustic verse. I hail thee, poet frae the Tweed, Who now […]
English Poetry. William M’Vitie. Whisky. Уильям Маквити. Виски
William M’Vitie (Уильям Маквити) Whisky O Whisky! Whisky! pest and nuisance, Scotia ne’er thy like did ken – While ither liquors ruin thousands, Thou destroys thy thousands ten! * * * Caledonia, ancient nation, Lang renown’d has been thy name. Search in history, or tradition, Had […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The Wife of Flanders. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) The Wife of Flanders Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of hay your spur has scattered… This is not Paris. You have lost your way. You, staring at […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day’s first golden cup. In swift devouring ecstasy Each toil in turn was […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. Femina Contra Mundum. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) Femina Contra Mundum The sun was black with judgment, and the moon Blood: but between I saw a man stand, saying: ‘To me at least The grass is green. ‘There was no star that I forgot to fear With love and […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The Deluge. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) The Deluge Though giant rains put out the sun, Here stand I for a sign. Though earth be filled with waters dark, My cup is filled with wine. Tell to the trembling priests that here Under the deluge rod, One nameless, tattered, […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The Great Minimum. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) The Great Minimum It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, It is something to have watched when all men slept, And seen the stars which never see the sun. […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The New Freethinker. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) The New Freethinker John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit upon the curate’s knee; (For so the eternal strife must rage Between the spirit of the age And Dogma, […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. Farewell the Bowl. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) Farewell the Bowl Farewell to the cup, we have tarried too long, Where the juice of the grape adds its witch’ry to song. And the thoughts that flow’d freely are sombre and dull, Our brains become heavy, farewell to the bowl, Farewell, farewell, farewell, […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Dreams. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Dreams While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes and pleasures of its own. Then I may cherish at my breast An infant’s form beloved and fair, May smile and soothe it […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. Away with Melancholy. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) * * * Away with melancholy, Let all our voices ring,— We’ve given up our folly, So merrily, merrily sing. Too long on land and ocean, We’ve served a tyrant king, Farewell perpetual motion! We merrily, merrily sing. Our heads that once […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. The Portrait. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) The Portrait Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, rest On the proud oak, in vernal honors drest, When sultry gales, that to his arms repair, Are cooled and freshened, while they linger there; Than when his fading robes are seared, and cast On […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. Economy of Slavery. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) Economy of Slavery “One mouth and one back to two hands,” is the law That the hand of his Maker has stamped upon man; But Slavery lays on God’s image her paw, And fixes him out on a different plan;— Two mouths and two […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. The Ballot. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) The Ballot A weapon that comes down as still As snowflakes fall upon the sod; But executes a freeman’s will, As lightning does the will of God. John Pierpont’s other poems: News-Carrier’s Address The Cold Water Army Evening Prayer for a […]