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. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Brothers. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) Brothers How lovely the elder brother’s Life all laced in the other’s, Lóve-laced!—what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When Shrovetide, two years gone, Our boys’ plays brought on Part was picked for John, Young Jóhn: then fear, then joy Ran […]
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. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 6. Lancer. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 6. Lancer I ’listed at home for a lancer, Oh who would not sleep with the brave? I ’listed at home for a lancer To ride on a horse to my grave. And over the seas we were […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 35. When First My Way to Fair I Took. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 35. When First My Way to Fair I Took When first my way to fair I took Few pence in purse had I, And long I used to stand and look At things I could not buy. Now […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 26. The Half-Moon Westers Low, My Love. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 26. The Half-Moon Westers Low, My Love The half-moon westers low, my love, And the wind brings up the rain; And wide apart lie we, my love, And seas between the twain. I know not if it rains, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of old Are with me from the past; And chiefly I remember How Dick would hate the cold. Fall, winter, fall; for […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 12. The Laws of God, the Laws of Man. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 12. The Laws of God, the Laws of Man The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me; And […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 2. As I Gird on for Fighting. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 2. As I Gird on for Fighting As I gird on for fighting My sword upon my thigh, I think on old ill fortunes Of better men than I. Think I, the round world over, What golden lads […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. An Epitaph, on a Favourite Lap-Dog. Томас Блэклок. Эпитафия на могилу любимой комнатной собачки
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) An Epitaph, on a Favourite Lap-Dog I never bark’d when out of season; I never bit without a reason; I ne’er insulted weaker brother; Nor wrong’d by force nor fraud another. Though brutes are plac’d a rank below, Happy […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. On Punch. Томас Блэклок. Панч
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) On Punch An Epigram Hence! restless care, and low design; Hence! foreign compliments and wine: Let gen’rous Britons, brave and free, Still boast their Punch and honesty. Life is a bumper fill’d by fate, And we the guests who share the treat; Where […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Moonless Darkness Stands Between. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) * * * Moonless darkness stands between. Past, the Past, no more be seen! But the Bethlehem-star may lead me To the sight of Him Who freed me From the self that I have been. Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. To a Gentleman, Who Asked My Sentiments of Him. Томас Блэклок. Джентльмену, который спросил, как я к нему отношусь
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) To a Gentleman, Who Asked My Sentiments of Him An Epigram Dear Fabius! me if well you know, You ne’er will take me for your foe; If right yourself you comprehend, You ne’er will take me for your friend. Перевод […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. A Letter from Thomas Blacklock to the Author, Respecting Burns. Томас Блэклок. Письмо Томаса Блэклока Автору, который ценит Бернса
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) A Letter from Thomas Blacklock to the Author, Respecting Burns Dear madam, hear a suppliant’s pray’r, And on our bard your censure spare, Whase bluntness slights ilk trivial care Of mock decorum: Since for a bard its unko rare To look before him. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 8. What man it is, that is truly wealthie. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 8. Что у человека есть, то и состовляет его истинное богатство
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 8. What man it is, that is truly wealthie Who measures poverty by Natures rules, And frames his mind to what he hath, is rich; For we can never doe, but vexe our soules, So long’s […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 34. It is the safest course to entertaine poverty in our greatest riches. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 34. It is the safest course to entertaine poverty in our greatest riches YOur thoughts in greatest plentie moderate, Lest with superfluous things you be insnared: Let poverty be your familiar Mate, That Fortune may not find you unprepared; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 28. That vertue is better, and more powerfull then Fortune. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 28. That vertue is better, and more powerfull then Fortune VErtue denyeth nought, but what to grant Hurts the receiver, and is good to want: Nor takes she ought away, which would not crosse The owner: and is lucrative […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune A Fly, which is a despicable creature Obtaines, beside her wings, six feet from Nature: Yet foure feet onely, she is pleas’d to grant To the huge body of an Elephant: So […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 10. The best wits, once depraved, become the most impious. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 10. The best wits, once depraved, become the most impious THe whitest Lawne receives the deepest moale: The purest Chrysolit is soonest stained: So without grace, the most ingenious soule, Is with the greatest wickednesse profaned: And the more […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty LEt never want of money vexe your braine; Seeing all contentment is in th’only mind, To the which mony doth no more pertaine, Then to the Hierarchies […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand TO wait for crosses, that may happen, is The meane▪ whereby to beare them easily; They not being much unlike the Cockatrice, Which, if fore-seene by us, dyes instantly: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 36. The different fruits of idlenesse, and vertue in young men. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 36. The different fruits of idlenesse, and vertue in young men AS singing Grashoppers, a fond Youth revels In Summer blinks: & starves when tempests rage: But wise men (Pismire like) enjoy the travels Of their young yeares, in […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. God’s Grandeur. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) God’s Grandeur The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 21. Death maketh us all alike in so farre, as her power can reach. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 21. Death maketh us all alike in so farre, as her power can reach ‘MOngst all the rites, that Nature can pretend In Justice, this is chiefest, and a sequell, Which doth on Mortall principles depend: That drawing neare […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 33. That there is no true riches, but of necessary things. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 33. That there is no true riches, but of necessary things THe use of mony, is to have the meanes, Whereby all needfull things may be possess’d, Which are, but few, and small, & got with ease: What we […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 9. To one, who did glory too much in the faire, and durable fabrick of a gorgious Palace, which he had caused lately to be built. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 9. To one, who did glory too much in the faire, and durable fabrick of a gorgious Palace, which he had caused lately to be built BOast never of the permanence of that, Which neither can prolong your dayes, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 44. To one, who was heavily cast downe in Spirit, by rea∣son of some scandalous speeches, blased forth to his disadvantage. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 44. To one, who was heavily cast downe in Spirit, by rea∣son of some scandalous speeches, blased forth to his disadvantage BE not discouraged at calumnies, Which are not (at the worst) but loads of wind; And therefore, with […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 31. To a rich man, become poore. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 31. To a rich man, become poore YOur poverty should be the more esteemed, That by the meanes thereof you are exeemed From stubborne servants, lying Sycophants, And faigned friends: in lieu whereof, it grants These three of a […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 24. That they may be alike rich, who are not alike abun∣dantly stored with worldly commodities. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 24. That they may be alike rich, who are not alike abun∣dantly stored with worldly commodities I have of Lands, nor moneyes no large portion: Yet, if I be content, to thinke, that J• Am not as rich, as […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 4. How to become wise. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 4. Как обретают мудрость
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 4. How to become wise Who would be truly wise, must in all haste His mind of perturbations dispossesse; For wisedome is a large, and spatious guhest: And can not dwell, but in an empty place, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 12. A wise man onely may properly be said to enjoy life. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 12. Только о мудром человеке можно сказать, что он в полном смысле слова наслаждается жизнью
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 12. A wise man onely may properly be said to enjoy life His life is short, who present times neglects, Feares times to come, and hath past-times forgot: Or rather, while he breaths his Age, hee makes […]
English Poetry. Isabel Pagan. Muirkirk Light Weights. Изабел Пейган. Эпиграмма на Тэма Уо́кера, портного
Isabel Pagan (Изабел Пейган) Muirkirk Light Weights In Muirkirk there lives a taylor, He scrimpit weight for greed of siller; He scrimpit weight, he counts not fair, Till he’s made three hundred pounds and mare. The oldest dealer he did say, What will be said at the last […]
English Poetry. Isabel Pagan. Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes. Изабел Пейган. Гнал овец пастушок…
Isabel Pagan (Изабел Пейган) Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, Ca’ them where the heather grows, Ca’ them where the burnie rows, My bonnie dearie. As I gaed down the water side, There I met my shepherd lad; He row’d me […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. The Alchemist in the City. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) The Alchemist in the City My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter’d sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole world passes; I stand by. They do not waste their meted hours, But men and masters […]
English Poetry. Isabel Pagan. Skit on an Old Huntsman. Изабел Пейган. Шутка
Isabel Pagan (Изабел Пейган) Skit on an Old Huntsman I knew a sportsman that was auld, His taste it was but sma’, If he got clothes to keep him warm, He minds not to be braw. He rave his wallet and made breeks o’t, The Bible broad […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 14. Oh Is It the Jar of Nations. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 14. Oh Is It the Jar of Nations „Oh is it the jar of nations, The noise of a world run mad, The fleeing of earth’s foundations?” Yes, yes; 1ie quiet, my lad. „Oh is it my country […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 20. I Shall Not Die for You. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 20. I Shall Not Die for You I shall not die for you, Another fellow may; Good lads are left and true Though one departs away. But he departs to-day And leaves his work to do, For I was […]