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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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; […]