English Poetry. George Wither. Amarillis I Did Woo. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) * * * Amarillis I did woo, And I courted Phillis too; Daphne, for her love, I chose; Cloris, for that damask rose In her cheek, I held as dear; Yea, a thousand liked well near. And, in love with all together, Fearèd the […]
English Poetry. George Wither. The Muse. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) The Muse She doth tell me where to borrow Comfort in the midst of sorrow: Makes the desolatest place To her presence be a grace; And the blackest discontents Be her fairest ornaments, In my former days of bliss, Her divine skill taught me […]
English Poetry. George Wither. For Anniversary Marriage-Days. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) For Anniversary Marriage-Days Lord, living, here are we As fast united, yet As when our hands and hearts by Thee Together first were knit, And, in a thankful song, Now sing we will Thy praise, For, that Thou dost as well prolong Our loving […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. A Love by the Sea. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) A Love by the Sea Out of the starless night that covers me, (O tribulation of the wind that rolls!) Black as the cloud of some tremendous spell, The susurration of the sighing sea Sounds like the sobbing whisper of two souls […]
English Poetry. George Wither. Lilies Without, Lilies Within. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) Lilies Without, Lilies Within Can I think the Guide of Heaven Hath so beautifully given Outward features, ’cause He meant To have made less excellent Your divine part? Or suppose Beauty, goodness doth oppose; Like those fools, who do despair To find any, good […]
English Poetry. George Wither. The Lover’s Resolution. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) The Lover’s Resolution Shall I, wasting in despaire, Dye because a woman’s faire? Or make pale my cheeks with care ‘Cause another’s rosie are? Be shee fairer than the day, Or the flowry meads in May, If she think not well of me, What […]
English Poetry. George Wither. A Christmas Carol. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) A Christmas Carol So now is come our joyful’st feast, Let every man be jolly. Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. I Lost a World — the Other Day!. Эмили Дикинсон. Я потеряла Мир на днях
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * I lost a World — the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Stars Around its forehead bound. A Rich man — might not notice it — Yet — to my frugal Eye, Of […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Elegy 1. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Elegy 1 Written at the CONVENT of HAUT VILLERS in CHAMPAGNE, 1754. SILENT and clear, thro’ yonder peaceful vale, While Marne’s slow waters weave their mazy way, See, to th’ exulting sun, and fost’ring gale, What boundless treasures his rich banks display! […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. To Mr. Mason. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) To Mr. Mason I. BELIEVE me, MASON, ’tis in vain Thy fortitude the torrent braves; Thou too must bear th’ inglorious chain; The world, the world will have its slaves. The chosen friend, for converse sweet, The small, yet elegant retreat, Are peaceful […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. The Enthusiast. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) The Enthusiast AN ODE ONCE, I remember well the day, ‘Twas ere the blooming sweets of May Had lost their freshest hues, When every flower on every hill, In every vale, had drank its fill Of sunshine, and of dews. In […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. A Pastoral Song. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) A Pastoral Song Come, Anna! come, the morning dawns, Faint streaks of radiance tinge the skies; Come, let us seek the dewy lawns, And watch the early lark arise; While nature, clad in vesture gay, Hails the loved return of day. […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. Lines on Reading the Poems of Wharton. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) Lines on Reading the Poems of Wharton Oh, Warton! to thy soothing shell, Stretch’d remote in hermit cell, Where the brook runs babbling by, For ever I could listening lie; And catching all the muses’ fire, Hold converse with the tuneful quire. […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. To Love. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) To Love Why should I blush to own I love? ‘Tis Love that rules the realms above. Why should I blush to say to all, That Virtue holds my heart in thrall? Why should I seek the thickest shade, Lest Love’s […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 2. Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 2. Как лес неприветлив весною печальной
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 2. Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, […]
English Poetry. Alan Seeger. I Have a Rendezvous with Death. Алан Сигер. Однажды смерть назначит мне свиданье
Alan Seeger (Алан Сигер) * * * I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. Christmas Day. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) Christmas Day Yet once more, and once more, awake, my Harp, From silence and neglect—one lofty strain; Lofty, yet wilder than the winds of Heaven, And speaking mysteries more than words can tell, I ask of thee; for I, with hymnings high, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. Oft in Sorrow, Oft in Woe. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) * * * Oft in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go; Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the bread of life. Let your drooping hearts be glad; March in heavenly armour clad; Fight, nor think the battle […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. The Star of Bethlehem. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) The Star of Bethlehem When marshal’d on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Sonnet on the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria. Оскар Уайльд. Сонет по поводу резни, учинённой турками в Болгарии христианам
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Sonnet on the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria CHRIST, dost thou live indeed? or are thy bones Still straightened in their rock-hewn sepulchre? And was thy Rising only dreamed by Her Whose love of thee for all her sin atones? For here the […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Athenasia. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Athenasia To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, The withered body of a girl was brought Dead ere the world’s glad youth had touched its prime, And seen by lonely Arabs […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Desespoir. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Desespoir The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow; Wherefore yon […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. On the Sale by Auction of Keat’s Love-Letters. Оскар Уайльд. По поводу продажи с аукциона любовных писем Джона Китса
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) On the Sale by Auction of Keat’s Love-Letters These are the letters which Endymion wrote To one he loved in secret and apart, And now the brawlers of the auction-mart Bargain and bid for each poor blotted note, Aye! for each separate pulse of […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Amor Intellectualis. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Amor Intellectualis OFT have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to common folk unknown: And often launched our bark upon that sea Which the nine Muses hold in empery, And ploughed free furrows […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Impression Du Matin. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Impression Du Matin THE Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the houses’ walls Seemed changed […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 15. Eight O’Clock. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 15. Eight O’Clock He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. One, two, three, four, to market-place and people It tossed them down. Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. The Grave of Keats. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) The Grave of Keats Rid of the world’s injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God’s veil of blue: Taken from life when life and love were new The youngest of the martyrs here is lain, Fair as Sebastian, and as early […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. From Spring Days to Winter (For Music). Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) From Spring Days to Winter (For Music) In the glad springtime when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love whom mine eyes had never seen, O the glad dove has golden wings! Between the blossoms […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Stand Whoso List. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) Stand Whoso List Stand whoso list upon the slipper top Of court’s estates, and let me here rejoice; And use me quiet without let or stop, Unknown in court, that hath such brackish joys: In hidden place, so let my days forth pass, That […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. My Spirit. Томас Трэхерн. Мой дух
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) My Spirit MY naked simple Life was I; That Act so strongly shin’d Upon the earth, the sea, the sky, It was the substance of my mind; The sense itself was I. I felt no dross nor matter in my […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. A Life of Sabbaths Here Beneath. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) * * * I. A life of Sabbaths here beneath! Continual jubilees and joys! The days of Heaven, while we breathe On Earth! where Sin all Bliss destroys: This is a triumph of delights That doth exceed all appetites: No joy can be […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. An Hymn upon St. Bartholomew’s Day. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) An Hymn upon St. Bartholomew’s Day What powerful Spirit lives within! What active Angel doth inhabit here! What heavenly light inspires my skin, Which doth so like a Deity appear! A living Temple of all ages, I Within me […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. The Anticipation. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) The Anticipation My contemplation dazzles in the End Of all I comprehend, And soars above all heights, Diving into the depths of all delights. Can He become the End, To whom all creatures tend, Who is the Father of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. Dumbness. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) Dumbness Sure Man was born to meditate on things, And to contemplate the eternal springs Of God and Nature, glory, bliss, and pleasure; That life and love might be his Heavenly treasure; And therefore speechless made at first, that He […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. Sin. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) Sin Sin! O only fatal woe, That mak’st me sad and mourning go! That all my joys dost spoil, His Kingdom and my Soul defile! I never can agree With thee! Thou! Only thou! O thou alone, And my obdurate heart of stone, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. In Making Bodies Love Could Not Express. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) * * * In making bodies Love could not express Itself, or art, unless it made them less. O what a monster had in man been seen, Had every thumb or toe a mountain been! What worlds must he devour when he did eat? […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 1. 1887. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 1. 1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns And beacons burn again. Look left, look right, the hills are bright, The dales are […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. The Charity Ball. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Благотворительный бал
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) The Charity Ball What matter the pangs of a husband and father, If his sorrows in exile be great or be small, So the Pharisee’s glories around her she gather, And the saint patronizes her ‘charity ball!’ What matters–a heart which, […]
English Poetry. Sylvia Plath. Ariel. Сильвия Плат. Ариэль
Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат) Ariel Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God’s lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow Splits and passes, sister to The brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 37. Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Последние стихи. 37. Эпитафия армии наемников
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 37. Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries These, in the days when heaven was falling, The hour when earth’s foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. Their shoulders held the sky suspended; […]