English Poetry. Margaret Chalmers. Lines, on the Drawing Room of an Intimate Friend of the Author’s. Маргарет Чалмерс.
Margaret Chalmers (Маргарет Чалмерс) Lines, on the Drawing Room of an Intimate Friend of the Author’s SWEET scene, on me full often hast thou smil’d, And for a while my pressing cares beguil’d; In thee have I spent many a chearful day, And thus to me thou sayst, […]
English Poetry. Mary Chudleigh. Song. Мэри Чадли.
Mary Chudleigh (Мэри Чадли) Song Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing? The Heart you beg’s not worth possessing: Each Look, each Word, each Smile’s affected, And inward Charms are quite neglected: Then scorn her, scorn her, foolish Swain, And sigh no more, no more in vain. […]
English Poetry. John Milton Hay. Jim Bludso of the Prairie Belle. Джон Милтон Хэй.
John Milton Hay (Джон Милтон Хэй) Jim Bludso of the Prairie Belle WELL, no, I can’t tell where he lives, Because he don’t live, you see. Leastways, he’s got out of habit Of livin’ like you and me. Oh, where have you been these last three […]
English Poetry. Thomas Walker. Answer II. Томас Уокер. Ответ Тэмми Уокера на второе послание Джеймса Фишера
Thomas Walker (Томас Уокер) Answer II 1. I got your letter, honest Jamie; Wou man! an unco lift ye gie me! How hie a ferly wad ye hae me! Come, let me down, Or otherwise ye must get to me An air balloon. 2. I’m […]
English Poetry. Thomas Walker. Answer I. Томас Уокер. Ответ Тэмми Уокера на первое послание Джеймса Фишера
Thomas Walker (Томас Уокер) Answer I 1. Ae morn the sun was rising hie An’ while he blinked bonilie, Your line came linking in to me Wi’ cooper John; Said I, up muse! here’s wark for thee, Whilk must be done. 2. This twelve month […]
English Poetry. Thomas Walker. Epistle from a Taylor to Robert Burns. Томас Уокер. Послание Роберту Бернсу от Тэмми Уокера, портного из деревушки О́хилтри
Thomas Walker (Томас Уокер) Epistle from a Taylor to Robert Burns 1. WHAT waefu’ news is this I hear, Frae greeting I can scarce forbear, Folk tells me, ye’re gawn aff this year, Out o’er the sea, And lasses wham ye lo’e sae dear Will greet […]
English Poetry. James Macaulay. On the Expulsion of the Scots Language. Джеймс Маколи. Стихи об изгнании шотландского языка
James Macaulay (Джеймс Маколи) On the Expulsion of the Scots Language I. Gae wa’, gae wa’, уe antique wight, An’ ne’er be seen by day or night; Out o’er the muntains tak your flight, – Be’t west or north, But never mair come in o’ sight O’ […]
English Poetry. James Macaulay. On the Warlike Preparations of 1787. Джеймс Маколи. Стихи о подготовке к войне. 1787-й год
James Macaulay (Джеймс Маколи) On the Warlike Preparations of 1787 Bella, horrida bella! I. Ye kintry birkies, round about, Gin уe can haud a gun, or shoot, Scour in to Embro’ while ye’re stout, An’ fit for ought; We’re gaun to gi’e the French a clout, […]
English Poetry. James Macaulay. To Mr. R***** B****, Ayrshire. Джеймс Маколи. Стихотворное Послание мистеру Р. Б. из Эйршира
James Macaulay (Джеймс Маколи) To Mr. R***** B****, Ayrshire It’s Education maks the genius Bright. Ramsay. 1. Weel, Rab, thestreen I read your buik, Frae end to end, an’ ne’er forsook The canty rhimes, till I cou’d brook To pore nae mair; For Sleep, the weary […]
English Poetry. William Dean Howells. If. Уильям Дин Хоуэллс.
William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс) If Yes, death is at the bottom of the cup, And every one that lives must drink it up; And yet between the sparkle at the top And the black lees where lurks the bitter drop, There swims enough good liquor, Heaven […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. A Garden, Written after the Civil Wars. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) A Garden, Written after the Civil Wars SEE how the flowers, as at parade, Under their colours stand display’d: Each regiment in order grows, That of the tulip, pink, and rose. But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walks round about the pole, Their […]
English Poetry. William Dean Howells. Saint Christopher. Уильям Дин Хоуэллс.
William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс) Saint Christopher In the narrow Venetian street, On the wall above the garden gate (Within, the breath of the rose is sweet, And the nightingale sings there, soon and late), Stands Saint Christopher, craven in stone, With the little child in […]
English Poetry. William Dean Howells. A Poet. Уильям Дин Хоуэллс.
William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс) A Poet From wells where Truth in secret lay He saw the midnight stars by day. “O marvellous gift!” the many cried, “O cruel gift!” his voice replied. The stars were far, and cold, and high, That glimmered in the […]
English Poetry. William Dean Howells. What Shall It Profit?. Уильям Дин Хоуэллс.
William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс) What Shall It Profit? IF I lay waste and wither up with doubt The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith Possessed itself serenely safe from death; If I deny the things past finding out; Or if I orphan my own […]
English Poetry. William Dean Howells. The Song the Oriole Sings. Уильям Дин Хоуэллс.
William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс) The Song the Oriole Sings There is a bird that comes and sings In a professor’s garden-trees; Upon the English oak he swings, And tilts and tosses in the breeze. I know his name, I know his note, That so with […]
English Poetry. William Dean Howells. Dead. Уильям Дин Хоуэллс.
William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс) Dead SOMETHING lies in the room Over against my own; The windows are lit with a ghastly bloom Of candles, burning alone, Untrimmed, and all aflare In the ghastly silence there! People go by the door, Tiptoe, holding their breath, And […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 37. The advantages of Povertie. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 37. The advantages of Povertie IF you have povertie, you have no sumptuous, But a most easie ghuest, secure, and quiet: Who will preserve your mind from being presum∣ptuous, From prodigality, excessive ryot: From vicious pleasures, Robbers, and the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 44. Age meerly depending on the continuall Flux of time, we have very small reason to boast of a long life, already obtained: or be proud of the hope, hereafter to attaine un∣to it. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 44. Age meerly depending on the continuall Flux of time, we have very small reason to boast of a long life, already obtained: or be proud of the hope, hereafter to attaine un∣to it THe present time doth fly […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 30. That nothing more opposeth the tranquillity of life, which is proper, and peculiar to Wise-men, then to be tyed to a generality of publicke example in all our actions. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 30. That nothing more opposeth the tranquillity of life, which is proper, and peculiar to Wise-men, then to be tyed to a generality of publicke example in all our actions AMongst the causes of our evils, this Is one […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 18. Of the covetous, and perverse inclinati∣on of the greatest part of Man∣kind. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 18. Of the covetous, and perverse inclinati∣on of the greatest part of Man∣kind WHen profit goes with vertue, we respect her, So that her very foot-steps we adore: But if she walke alone, then we neglect her, And will […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 24. A consolation to those, that are of a little stature not to be sorry thereat. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 24. A consolation to those, that are of a little stature not to be sorry thereat None of a little burthen should complaine; You’re cloth’d with flesh, and bones, and not supprest: A little house a Gyant may containe: […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. Bermudas. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) Bermudas Where the remote Bermudas ride In th’ Oceans bosome unespy’d, From a small Boat, that row’d along, The listning Winds receiv’d this Song. What should we do but sing his Praise That led us through the watry Maze, Unto an Isle so long […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Maid of Athens, ere we part. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Афинской девушке
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Maid of Athens, ere we part Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ. 1. Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 13. That to employ our thoughts on the study of morta∣lity, and frailty of our nature, is a very necessary, and profitable speculation. Томас Эркарт.
Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 13. That to employ our thoughts on the study of morta∣lity, and frailty of our nature, is a very necessary, and profitable speculation BE not from death (by any meanes) a stranger: But make her your familiar friend; that if The cause require, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 4. That Lust, and drunkennesse are odious vices. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 4. That Lust, and drunkennesse are odious vices Wrath makes a man to sin couragiously, And pride doth swell with faire appearances: Page 41 But drunkenesse, and too much Leacherie Are sloven, filthie, villanous, and base; For by the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 39. That the impudicity of a Lascivious Woman staines but her owne, and not her hus∣bands honour. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 39. That the impudicity of a Lascivious Woman staines but her owne, and not her hus∣bands honour THough of her sacred Matrimoniall Oath Your wife make no account: if what be due To a wise Husband you performe: she […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 25. That vertue is of greater worth, then knowledge. to a speculative Philosopher. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 25. That vertue is of greater worth, then knowledge. to a speculative Philosopher WHy doe you study Morals, if you take No paines t’abate your avarice, and lust? For how can vertues definition make You valiant, prudent, temperate, or […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 35. How deplorable the condition of most men is, who, though they attaine to the fruition of their praete∣rit projects, by covering neverthelesse the possession of future pleasures, honours, and commodities, never receive con∣tentment (is they ought) in the present time. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 35. How deplorable the condition of most men is, who, though they attaine to the fruition of their praete∣rit projects, by covering neverthelesse the possession of future pleasures, honours, and commodities, never receive con∣tentment (is they ought) in the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 22. A very ready way to goodnesse, and true VVisedome. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 22. A very ready way to goodnesse, and true VVisedome Who vertuously would settle his endeavours, To mortifie his passions, and be wise: Must still remember on received favours, Forgetting alwaies by-past injuries; For that a friend should prove […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 30. That the setled quiet of our mind ought not to be moved at sinister accidents. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 30. That the setled quiet of our mind ought not to be moved at sinister accidents MAn should for no infortunate event Deprive himselfe of that, which fortune is Vnable to restore him: the content Of mind, ease, and […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 14. That a truly generous mind, had rather give a curtesie, then be resting one, after the presented opportunity to repay it. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 14. That a truly generous mind, had rather give a curtesie, then be resting one, after the presented opportunity to repay it AS stil a greater care doth men possesse, To keepe things well, then freely to bestowe them: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 20. Riches affoord to vertue more matter to worke upon, then povertie can doe. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 20. Riches affoord to vertue more matter to worke upon, then povertie can doe FOr Temperance, and other qualities Of greater moment, men have beene respected In riches: but in poverty there is This onely goodnesse, not to be […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 5. That a vertuous mind in a deformed body maketh one more beautifull, then a handsome body can doe, endowed with a vicious mind. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 5. That a vertuous mind in a deformed body maketh one more beautifull, then a handsome body can doe, endowed with a vicious mind EXternal comelinesse few have obtain’d Without their hurt; it never made one chast▪ But many’adulterers: […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. The Definition of Love. Эндрю Марвелл. Определение любви
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) The Definition of Love My Love is of a birth as rare As ’tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone. Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble Hope could ne’r have flown […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 42. The speech of a noble spirit to his adversary, whom af∣ter he had defeated, he acknowledgeth to be nothing in∣feriour to himselfe in worth, wit, or valour, thereby insinuating that a wise man cannot properly bee subdued: though he be orthrown in body, and worldly commodities. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 42. The speech of a noble spirit to his adversary, whom af∣ter he had defeated, he acknowledgeth to be nothing in∣feriour to himselfe in worth, wit, or valour, thereby insinuating that a wise man cannot properly bee subdued: though […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 34. That wee ought not to be excessively grieved at the losse of any thing, that is in the power of Fortune. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 34. That wee ought not to be excessively grieved at the losse of any thing, that is in the power of Fortune ALL those externall ornaments of health, Strength, honour, children, beauty, friends, & wealth Are for a while […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 29. The firme, and determinate resolution of a couragious spirit, in the deepest calamities, inflicted by sinister fate. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 29. The firme, and determinate resolution of a couragious spirit, in the deepest calamities, inflicted by sinister fate SEeing crosses cannot be evited, I’l Expose my selfe to Fortune, as a Rock Within the midst of a tempestuous Ocean: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 20. Of Negative, and Positive good. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 20. Of Negative, and Positive good NOT onely are they good, who vertuously, Employ their time (now vertue being so rare) But likewise those, whom no necessity, Nor force can in the meanest vice insnare; For sin’s so mainly […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 9. How a valiant man ought to behave himselfe towards those, that basely offer to offend him. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 9. Как должен вести себя доблестный человек по отношению к тем, кто подло желает оскорбить его
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 9. How a valiant man ought to behave himselfe towards those, that basely offer to offend him HEE is beyond the reach of common men, Who can despise an injury; for as The billowes of the Sea insult in […]
English Poetry. John Beugo. To Robert Burns. Джон Бьюго. Роберту Бернсу
John Beugo (Джон Бьюго) To Robert Burns Hale be your heart, my winsome BURNS, For a’ your canty hameald turns; Your sangs can lift the saul that mourns Aboon its grief; Cauld be his cast the ever spurns Sic sweet relief. […]