English Poetry. Edith Wharton. Chartres. Эдит Уортон.

Edith Wharton (Эдит Уортон) Chartres I IMMENSE, august, like some Titanic bloom, The mighty choir unfolds its lithic core, Petalled with panes of azure, gules and or, Splendidly lambent in the Gothic gloom, And stamened with keen flamelets that illume The pale high-alter. On the […]

English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. A Fragment. Оскар Уайльд.

Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) A Fragment Beautiful star with the crimson lips And flagrant daffodil hair, Come back, come back, in the shaking ships O’er the much-overrated sea, To the hearts that are sick for thee With a woe worse than mal de mer- O beautiful stars with […]

English Poetry. Edith Wharton. Life. Эдит Уортон.

Edith Wharton (Эдит Уортон) Life LIFE, like a marble block, is given to all, A blank, inchoate mass of years and days, Whence one with ardent chisel swift essays Some shape of strength or symmetry to call; One shatters it in bits to mend a wall; One in […]

English Poetry. Jones Very. Morning. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Morning The light will never open sightless eyes, It comes to those who willingly would see; And every object,—hill, and stream, and skies,— Rejoice within th’ encircling line to be; ‘Tis day,—the field is filled with busy hands, The shop resounds with noisy workmen’s […]

English Poetry. Jones Very. The Earth. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Earth I would lie low, the ground on which men tread, Swept by Thy spirit like the wind of heaven; An earth where gushing springs and corn for bread, By me at every season should be given; Yet not the water or the […]

English Poetry. Jones Very. Time. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Time There is no moment but whose flight doth bring Bright clouds and fluttering leaves to deck my bower; And I within like some sweet bird must sing To tell the story of the passing hour; For time has secrets that no bird has […]

English Poetry. Jones Very. Enoch. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Enoch I looked to find a man who walked with God, Like the translated patriarch of old;– Though gladdened millions on His footstool trod, Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold; I heard the wind in low complaint go by That none […]

English Poetry. Jones Very. Psyche. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Psyche I SAW a worm, with many a fold; It spun itself a sliken tomb; And there in winter time enrolled, It heeded not the cold or gloom. Within a small, snug nook it lay, Nor snow nor sleet could reach it […]

English Poetry. Lydia Huntley Sigourney. Autumn. Лидия Сигурни.

Lydia Huntley Sigourney (Лидия Сигурни) Autumn Tree! why hast thou doffed thy mantle of green For the gorgeous grab of an Indian queen? With the timbered brown, and the crimson stain, And the yellow fringe on its broidered train? And the autumn gale through its branches sighed Of […]

English Poetry. Jones Very. The New Birth. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The New Birth ‘TIS a new life; – thoughts move not as they did With slow uncertain steps across my mind, In thronging haste fast pressing on they bid The portals open to the viewless wind That comes not save when in the dust […]