English Poetry. John Greenleaf Whittier. The Pumpkin. Джон Гринлиф Уиттьер.
John Greenleaf Whittier (Джон Гринлиф Уиттьер) The Pumpkin OH, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold, With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold, Like […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 3. Tears. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 19. Из цикла «Морские течения». 3. Слёзы
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 3. Tears Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand, Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate, Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 1. Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 19. Из цикла «Морские течения». 1. Из колыбели бесконечно баюкающей
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 1. Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 20. I Hear It Was Charged Against Me. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 20. Я слышу, меня обвиняют, что я подрываю основы
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 20. I Hear It Was Charged Against Me I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions, But really I am neither for nor against institutions, (What indeed have I in common with them? or […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 30. I Dream’d in a Dream. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 30. Мне снилось во сне, что я вижу неведомый город
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 30. I Dream’d in a Dream I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I dream’d that was the new city of Friends, Nothing was […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 16. As Adam Early in the Morning. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 4. Из цикла «Дети Адама». 16. Как Адам ранним утром
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 16. As Adam Early in the Morning As Adam early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower refresh’d with sleep, Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach, Touch me, touch the palm of your […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 14. I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 4. Из цикла «Дети Адама». 14. Я вас слышал, торжественно-нежные трубы органа
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 14. I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday morn I pass’d the church, Winds of autumn, as I walk’d the woods at dusk I heard […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 13. Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 4. Из цикла «Дети Адама». 13. Однажды, когда я проходил городом
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 13. Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a […]
English Poetry. John Gay. Part II. Fable 17. Ay and No. Джон Гей. Часть II. Басня 17. Да и Нет
John Gay (Джон Гей) Part II. Fable 17. Ay and No IN Fable all things hold discourse; Then words, no doubt, must talk of course. Once on a time, near Cannon Row, Two hostile adverbs, Ay and No, Were hastening to the field of fight, […]
English Poetry. Phillis Wheatley. To a Gentleman on his Voyage to Great-Britain for the Recovery of his Health. Филлис Уитли.
Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли) To a Gentleman on his Voyage to Great-Britain for the Recovery of his Health WHILE others chant of gay Elysian scenes, Of balmy zephyrs, and of flow’ry plains, My song more happy speaks a greater name, Feels higher motives and a nobler flame. For […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 4. It Came With the Threat of a Waning Moon. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 4. It Came With the Threat of a Waning Moon It came with the threat of a waning moon And the wail of an ebbing tide, But many a woman has lived for less, And many a man has […]
English Poetry. Phillis Wheatley. A Farewel to America. Филлис Уитли.
Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли) A Farewel to America To Mrs. S. W. I. ADIEU, New-England’s smiling meads, Adieu, the flow’ry plain: I leave thine op’ning charms, O spring, And tempt the roaring main. II. In vain for me the flow’rets rise, And boast their […]
English Poetry. Phillis Wheatley. On the Death of a Young Lady of Five Years of Age. Филлис Уитли.
Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли) On the Death of a Young Lady of Five Years of Age FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light Th’ enraptur’d innocent has wing’d her flight; On the kind bosom of eternal love She finds unknown beatitude above. This know, ye parents, nor her […]
English Poetry. Phillis Wheatley. To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth. Филлис Уитли.
Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли) To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn, Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn: The northern clime beneath her genial ray, Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway: Elate with hope her race no longer mourns, Each soul […]
English Poetry. Phillis Wheatley. On Being Brought from Africa to America. Филлис Уитли.
Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли) On Being Brought from Africa to America ‘TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Tought me benighted soul to understand That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too: Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. Some view our sable race with scornful […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Last Words to a Dumb Friend. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Last Words to a Dumb Friend Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our queer ways, Or outshrilled your morning call Up the stairs and through the hall – Foot suspended […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Master and the Leaves. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Master and the Leaves I We are budding, Master, budding, We of your favourite tree; March drought and April flooding Arouse us merrily, Our stemlets newly studding; And yet you do not see! II We are fully woven for […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Marble Tablet. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Marble Tablet There it stands, though alas, what a little of her Shows in its cold white look! Not her glance, glide, or smile; not a tittle of her Voice like the purl of a brook; Not her thoughts, that you read […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. At the Dinner-Table. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) At the Dinner-Table I sat at dinner in my prime, And glimpsed my face in the sideboard-glass, And started as if I had seen a crime, And prayed the ghastly show might pass. Wrenched wrinkled features met my sight, Grinning back to […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Country Wedding. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Country Wedding (A Fiddler’s Story) Little fogs were gathered in every hollow, But the purple hillocks enjoyed fine weather As we marched with our fiddles over the heather – How it comes back! – to their wedding that day. Our […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Dream Is – Which?. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Dream Is – Which? I am laughing by the brook with her, Splashed in its tumbling stir; And then it is a blankness looms As if I walked not there, Nor she, but found me in haggard rooms, And treading a lonely […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 29. A Child. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 29. A Child To R. L. S. A child, Curious and innocent, Slips from his Nurse, and rejoicing Loses himself in the Fair. Thro’ the jostle and din Wandering, he revels, Dreaming, desiring, possessing; Till, of a sudden Tired […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Vagg Hollow. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Vagg Hollow ‘What do you see in Vagg Hollow, Little boy, when you go In the morning at five on your lonely drive?’ ‘ – I see men’s souls, who follow Till we’ve passed where the road lies low, When they vanish at […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. Against Constancy. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) Against Constancy Tell me no more of constancy, The frivolous pretense Of cold age, narrow jealousy, Disease, and want of sense. Let duller fools, on whom kind chance Some easy heart has thrown, Despairing higher to advance, Be […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. To Corinna. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) To Corinna A Song I. What cruel Pains Corinna takes, To force that harmless Frown: When not one Charm her Face forsakes, Love cannot lose his own. II. So sweet a Face, so soft a […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. A Song (Phillis, be gentler, I advise). Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) A Song (Phillis, be gentler, I advise) I. Phillis, be gentler, I advise; Make up for Time mis-spent, When Beauty on its Death-bed lyes, ‘Tis high time to repent. II. Such is the Malice of your […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. Upon His Leaving His Mistress. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) Upon His Leaving His Mistress I. ‘Tis not that I am weary grown Of being yours, and yours alone: But with what Face can I incline, To damn you to be only mine? You, whom some kinder Pow’r […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. Epistle. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) Epistle Could I but make my wishes insolent, And force some image of a false content! But they, like me, bashful and humble grown, Hover at distance about beauty’s throne; There worship and admire, and then they die Daring […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. On the Women about Town. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) On the Women about Town Too long the wise Commons have been in debate About money and conscience, those trifles of state, Whilst dangerous grievances daily increase, And the subject can’t riot in safety and peace; Unless, as against […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. Grecian Kindness. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) Grecian Kindness The utmost grace the Greeks could show, When to the Trojans they grew kind, Was with their arms to let ’em go And leave their lingering wives behind. They beat the men, and burnt the town: Then […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. The Advice. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) The Advice ALL Things submit themselves to your Command, Fair Cælia, when it does not Love withstand: The Pow’r it borrows from your Eyes alone; All but the God must yield to, who has none. Were he not blind, […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. The Imperfect Enjoyment. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) The Imperfect Enjoyment Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired with eager fire, Melting through kindness, flaming in desire. With arms, legs, lips close clinging to […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 4. Invictus. Уильям Эрнст Хенли. Непокорённый
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 4. Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. […]
English Poetry. George Wither. The Lord Is King. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) The Lord Is King The Lord is King, and weareth A robe of glory bright: He clothed with strength appeareth, And girt with powerful might. The earth He hath so grounded That moved it cannot be; His throne long since was founded, More […]
English Poetry. George Wither. I Loved a Lass. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) I Loved a Lass I loved a lass, a fair one, As fair as e’er was seen; She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba Queen: But, fool as then I was, I thought she loved me too: But now, alas! she’s left me, […]
English Poetry. George Wither. The Choice. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) The Choice Me so oft my fancy drew Here and there, that I ne’er knew Where to place desire before So that range it might no more; But as he that passeth by Where, in all her jollity, Flora’s riches in a row Do […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Nature to Dr. Hoadly. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Nature to Dr. Hoadly On his Comedy of the SUSPICIOUS HUSBAND. By the Same. SLY hypocrite! was this your aim? To borrow Paeon’s sacred name, And lurk beneath his graver mien, To trace the secrets of my reign? Did I for this […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Verses to the People of England 1758. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Verses to the People of England 1758 BRITONS, rouse to deeds of death! Waste not zeal in idle breath, Nor lose the harvest of your swords In a civil-war of words! Wherefore teems the shameless press With labour’d births of emptiness? […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. The Lyric Muse to Mr. Mason. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) The Lyric Muse to Mr. Mason On the Recovery of the Right Honourable the Earl of HOLDERNESSE from a dangerous Illness. By the Same. MASON, snatch the votive Lyre, D’Arcy lives, and I inspire. ‘Tis the Muse that deigns to ask, […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Elegy 3. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Elegy 3 To the Right Honourable George Simon Harcourt, Visc. Newnham. Written at ROME, 1756. YES, noble Youth, ’tis true; the softer arts, The sweetly-sounding string, and pencil’s pow’r, Have warm’d to rapture even heroic hearts, And taught the rude to wonder, […]