English Poetry. Francis Thompson. An Arab Love-Song. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) An Arab Love-Song The hunchèd camels of the night Trouble the bright And silver waters of the moon. The Maiden of the Morn will soon Through Heaven stray and sing, Star gathering. Now while the dark about our loves is strewn, Light of […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 19. To an Athlete Dying Young. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 19. To an Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Gilded Gold. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Gilded Gold Thou dost to rich attire a grace, To let it deck itself with thee, And teachest pomp strange cunning ways To be thought simplicity. But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold Translated to a vase of gold; In […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To a Poet Breaking Silence. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) To a Poet Breaking Silence Too wearily had we and song Been left to look and left to long, Yea, song and we to long and look, Since thine acquainted feet forsook The mountain where the Muses hymn For Sinai and the Seraphim. Now […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Blessed Present. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Blessed Present Pluck me yon rose, but say not, “‘T will not last!” Or that “To-morrow’s rose may be more sweet.” Say not, the darling bird I hear, will fleet When its green summer home yields to the blast. This moment, […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Mother Who Died Too. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Mother Who Died Too She was so little—little in her grave, The wide earth all around so hard and cold— She was so little! therefore did I crave My arms might still her tender form enfold. She was so little, and […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Black Flag!. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Black Flag! Run up your Black Flag, Skull and crossbones display! Why should you palter—why should you lag?— For never was freebooting crew, From Heligoland to Cathay— And the Coast of Barbary, too, So deserved the foul ensign as you! Yes, […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Moly. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Moly The root is hard to loose From hold of earth by mortals; but God’s power Can all things do. ‘Tis black, but bears a flower As white as milk. – Chapman’s Homer Traveler, pluck a stem of moly, If […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Inverted Torch. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Inverted Torch Threading a darksome passage all alone, The taper’s flame, by envious current blown, Crouched low, and eddied round, as in affright, So challenged by the vast and hostile night, Then down I held the taper; — swift and fain […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Patmos. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Patmos All around him Patmos lies, Who hath spirit-gifted eyes, Who his happy sight can suit To the great and the minute. Doubt not but he holds in view A new earth and heaven new; Doubt not but his ear doth catch […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. “Frost to Night”. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) “Frost to Night” Apple-green west and an orange bar, And the crystal eye of a lone, one star… And, “Child, take the shears and cut what you will, Frost to-night — so clear and dead-still.” Then, I sally forth, half sad, […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. A Chant of the Fought Field-Nunc Dimittis. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) A Chant of the Fought Field-Nunc Dimittis As one who under evening skies Upon a fought field stricken lies (Unknown for stains of blood and grime) Is fain the mortal shaft to draw And let life issue through the flaw, Even so […]
English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. Cousin Kate. Кристина Джорджина Россетти.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти) Cousin Kate I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. Why did a great lord find me out, And praise my flaxen hair? Why did a great lord find me […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Talking in Their Sleep. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Talking in Their Sleep “You think I am dead,” The apple tree said, “Because I have never a leaf to show— Because I stoop, And my branches droop, And the dull gray mosses over me grow! But I’m still alive in trunk […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Sign-Post. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Sign-Post The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy, And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry, Rough, long grasses keep white with frost At the hilltop by the finger-post; The smoke of the traveller’s-joy is puffed Over hawthorn berry and hazel […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Other. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Other The forest ended. Glad I was To feel the light, and hear the hum Of bees, and smell the drying grass And the sweet mint, because I had come To an end of forest, and because Here was both road and inn, […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Lane. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Lane Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight Broad lane where now September hides herself In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse. Today, where […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915). Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again. Edward Thomas’s other poems: The Huxter The […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Haymaking. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Haymaking Aftear night’s thunder far away had rolled The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold, And in the perfect blue the clouds uncurled, Like the first gods before they made the world And misery, swimming the stormless sea In beauty and in […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Combe. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Combe The Combe was ever dark, ancient and dark. Its mouth is stopped with bramble, thorn, and briar; And no one scrambles over the sliding chalk By beech and yew and perishing juniper Down the half precipices of its sides, with roots And […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Broken Field. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Broken Field MY SOUL is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain. Where grass and bending flowers Were growing, The field lies broken now For another sowing. Great Sower […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Dew. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Dew AS DEW leaves the cobweb lightly Threaded with stars, Scattering jewels on the fence And the pasture bars; As dawn leaves the dry grass bright And the tangled weeds Bearing a rainbow gem On each of their seeds; So […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Night in Arizona. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Night in Arizona THE moon is a charring ember Dying into the dark; Off in the crouching mountains Coyotes bark. The stars are heavy in heaven, Too great for the sky to hold – What if they fell and shattered The earth with […]
English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. Who Has Seen the Wind?. Кристина Джорджина Россетти.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти) * * * Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Kiss. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Kiss I HOPED that he would love me, And he has kissed my mouth, But I am like a stricken bird That cannot reach the south. For though I know he loves me, To-night my heart is sad; His kiss […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. In the Metropolitan Museum. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) In the Metropolitan Museum INSIDE the tiny Pantheon We stood together silently, Leaving the restless crowsd awhile, As ships find shelter from the sea. The ancient centuries came back To cover us a moment’s space, And through the dome the light […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Pierrot. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Pierrot PIERROT stands in the garden, Beneath a waning moon, And on his lute he fashions A fragile silver tune. Pierrot plays in the garden, He thinks he plays for me, But I am quite forgotten Under the cherry tree. […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Wanderer. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Wanderer I SAW the sunset-colored sands, The Nile, like flowing fire between, Where Ramses stares forth serene And ammon’s heavy temple stands. I saw the rocks where long ago, Above the sea that cries and breaks, Bright Perseus with […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Christmas Carol. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Christmas Carol THE kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine; They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, And gifts of precious wine. The shepherds came from out the north, Their coats were brown and old; They brought […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Primavera Mia. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Primavera Mia AS KINGS, seeing their lives about to pass, Take off the heavy ermine and the crown, So had the trees that autumn-time laid down Their golden garments on the dying grass, When I, who watched the seasons in the glass Of my […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Wild Asters. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Wild Asters IN THE spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever little daisies Always knew. Now the fields are brown and barren, Bitter autumn blows, And of all the stupid asters Not one knows. Sara […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 7. Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 7. Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek Grief dies like joy; the tears upon my cheek Will disappear like dew. Dear God! I know Thy kindly Providence hath made it so, And thank thee for the law. I am too […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night Oh! dost thou flatter falsely, Hope? The day hath scarcely passed that saw thy birth, Yet thy white wings are plumed to all their scope, And hour by hour thine eyes have gathered light, And grown so […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. The Past. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) The Past To-day’s most trivial act may hold the seed Of future fruitfulness, or future dearth; Oh, cherish always every word and deed! The simplest record of thyself hath worth. If thou hast ever slighted one old thought, Beware lest Grief enforce the […]
English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. Echo. Кристина Джорджина Россетти.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти) Echo Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Our Willie. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Our Willie ’T was merry Christmas when he came, Our little boy beneath the sod; And brighter burned the Christmas flame, And merrier sped the Christmas game, Because within the house there lay A shape as tiny as a fay— The Christmas gift […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Katie. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Katie It may be through some foreign grace, And unfamiliar charm of face; It may be that across the foam Which bore her from her childhood’s home, By some strange spell, my Katie brought, Along with English creeds and thought— Entangled in her golden […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Charleston. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Charleston Calm as that second summer which precedes The first fall of the snow, In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds, The City bides the foe. As yet, behind their ramparts stern and proud, Her bolted thunders sleep— Dark Sumter, like a battlemented […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. The Steam Threshing-Machine With the Straw Carrier. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) The Steam Threshing-Machine With the Straw Carrier Flush with the pond the lurid furnace burned At eve, while smoke and vapour filled the yard; The gloomy winter sky was dimly starred, The fly-wheel with a mellow murmur turned; While, ever rising on […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. Arms Old and New. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) Arms Old and New How changed our warfare and the arms we wield! The Phalanx, once the Macedonian’s pride, Has fled disheartened from the battle-field, Since Flamininus pierced its wounded side: Gone is the Roman Legion’s tramp and clang: The Ram assaults […]