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English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 39. My Dreams Are of a Field Afar. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 39. My Dreams Are of a Field Afar My dreams are of a field afar And blood and smoke and shot. There in their graves my comrades are, In my grave I am not. I too was taught […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 35. Half-Way, for One Commandment Broken. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 35. Half-Way, for One Commandment Broken Half-way, for one commandment broken, The woman made her endless halt, And she today, a glistenng token, Stands in the wilderness of salt. Behind, the vats of judgment brewing Thundered, and thick the […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 41. He Looked at Me with Eyes I Thought. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 41. He Looked at Me with Eyes I Thought He looked at me with eyes I thought I was not like to find, The voice he begged for pence with brought Another man to mind. Oh no, lad, […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 28. He, Standing Hushed, a Pace or Two Apart. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 28. He, Standing Hushed, a Pace or Two Apart He, standing hushed, a pace or two apart, Among the bluebells of the listless plain, Thinks, and remembers how he cleansed his heart And washed his hands in innocence in […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 13. I Lay Me Down and Slumber. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 13. I Lay Me Down and Slumber I lay me down and slumber And every morn revive. Whose is the night-long breathing That keeps a man alive? When I was off to dreamland And left my limbs forgot, […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 19. The Mill-Stream, Now that Noises Cease. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 19. The Mill-Stream, Now that Noises Cease The mill-stream, now that noises cease, Is all that does not hold its peace; Under the bridge it murmurs by, And here are night and hell and I. Who made the […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester The rainy Pleiads wester, Orion plunges prone, The stroke of midnight ceases, And I lie down alone. The rainy Pleiads wester And seek beyond the sea The head that I shall dream of, […]

English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Adlestrop. Эдвард Томас.

Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Adlestrop Yes, I remember Adlestrop – The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I […]

English Poetry. Alexander Pennecuik. A Huy and Cry after Sir John Barlycorn. Александр Пенникук. Сэр Джон Ячменное Зерно объявлен в розыск и давно

Alexander Pennecuik (Александр Пенникук) A Huy and Cry after Sir John Barlycorn A Huy and Cry after Sir John Barlycorn, A base Rebel denounc’d at the Horn, Fled from the Country where he was bred and Born, We all the Drunkards of the Nation, Issue Our Royal Proclamation […]

English Poetry. James Ruickbie. To Mr. —, at —, on being fined for selling Ale without Licence. Джеймс Рукби. Мистеру ***, стоящему на страже закона, – после того, как я заплатил штраф за торговлю элем без патента

James Ruickbie (Джеймс Рукби) To Mr. —, at —, on being fined for selling Ale without Licence Sir, you’ll receive my twa pund ten, Wi’ what you call expences, Sometimes misfortunes humble men And bring them to their senses. For now I’m by experience taught, (The schoolmaster […]

English Poetry. John Gibson Lockhart. Lines. Джон Гибсон Локкарт. Строки

John Gibson Lockhart (Джон Гибсон Локкарт) Lines When youthful faith hath fled, Of loving take thy leave; Be constant to the dead – The dead cannot deceive. Sweet modest flowers of Spring, How fleet your balmy day! And Man’s brief life can bring […]

English Poetry. John Gibson Lockhart. On Peter Robertson. Джон Гибсон Локкарт. На Питера Робертсона

John Gibson Lockhart (Джон Гибсон Локкарт) On Peter Robertson Here lies the peerless paper lord, Lord Peter, Who broke the laws of God, and man, and metre. Перевод на русский язык На Питера Робертсона Лорда Питера, погребённого здесь, отличало пренебрежение К законам Бога, законам людей […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Colour. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Colour (The following lines are partly original, partly remembered from a Wessex folk-rhyme) ‘What shall I bring you? Please will white do Best for your wearing The long day through?’ ‘ – White is for weddings, Weddings, weddings, White […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Leaving. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Leaving Knowing what it bore I watched the rain-smitten back of the car – (Brown-curtained, such as the old ones were) – When it started forth for a journey afar Into the sullen November air, And passed the glistening laurels and round […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Rake-Hell Muses. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Rake-Hell Muses Yes; since she knows not need, Nor walks in blindness, I may without unkindness This true thing tell: Which would be truth, indeed, Though worse in speaking, Were her poor footsteps seeking A pauper’s cell. I judge, then, better […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Drawing Details in an Old Church. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Drawing Details in an Old Church I hear the bell-rope sawing, And the oil-less axle grind, As I sit alone here drawing What some Gothic brain designed; And I catch the toll that follows From the lagging bell, Ere it spreads to hills […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In a London Flat. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In a London Flat I ‘You look like a widower,’ she said Through the folding-doors with a laugh from the bed, As he sat by the fire in the outer room, Reading late on a night of gloom, And a cab-hack’s wheeze, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Sun’s Last Look on the Country Girl. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Sun’s Last Look on the Country Girl (M.H.) The sun threw down a radiant spot On the face in the winding-sheet – The face it had lit when a babe’s in its cot; And the sun knew not, and the face […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Seven Times. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Seven Times The dark was thick. A boy he seemed at that time Who trotted by me with uncertain air; ‘I’ll tell my tale,’ he murmured, ‘for I fancy A friend goes there? . . .’ Then thus he told. ‘I […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Last Time. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Last Time The kiss had been given and taken, And gathered to many past: It never could reawaken; But I heard none say: ‘It’s the last!’ The clock showed the hour and the minute, But I did not turn and look: […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 17. VVhy we must all dye. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 17. VVhy we must all dye IT being the law of Nations to restore What we have borrow’d, ther’s no remedy: But being engaged to a Creditor, Who will not lose his debt: we must needs dye: Nor can […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind OUr tongu’s the hearts interpreter, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 19. What is not vertuously acquired, if acquired by vs, is not properly ours. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 19. What is not vertuously acquired, if acquired by vs, is not properly ours WHos’ever by sinister meanes is come To places of preferment, and to walke Within the bounds of vertue takes no plea∣sure: Provideth onely titles for […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account LEt the discourse be serious, you impart, To the grave audience of judicious eares: Being either of the common-wealth, some art, Or science, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 6. To one, whom poverty was to be wished for, in so farre, as he could hardly otherwise be restrained from excessive ryot, and feasting. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 6. To one, whom poverty was to be wished for, in so farre, as he could hardly otherwise be restrained from excessive ryot, and feasting YOu should not be a whit the more dejected, That (as in former times) […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 41. Concerning those, who marry for beauty, and wealth without regard of vertue. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 41. Concerning those, who marry for beauty, and wealth without regard of vertue HOw can such wedded people lead their lives, With a respect unfainedly entire, Where husbands are not married to their wives: But money to the covetous […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 19. Ingratitude is such a common vice, that even those who exclame most against it, are not freest of it. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 19. Ingratitude is such a common vice, that even those who exclame most against it, are not freest of it IT would not be an universall cace, Nor could each man have so true cause to fall In rayling […]

English Poetry. Josiah Gilbert Holland. A Christmas Carol. Джозайя Гилберт Холланд.

Josiah Gilbert Holland (Джозайя Гилберт Холланд) A Christmas Carol There’s a song in the air! There’s a star in the sky! There’s a mother’s deep prayer And a baby’s low cry! And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a […]

English Poetry. Josiah Gilbert Holland. Daniel Gray. Джозайя Гилберт Холланд.

Josiah Gilbert Holland (Джозайя Гилберт Холланд) Daniel Gray IF I shall ever win the home in heaven For whose sweet rest I humbly hope and pray, In the great company of the forgiven I shall be sure to find old Daniel Gray. I knew him well; […]