English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Man Who Forgot. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Man Who Forgot At a lonely cross where bye-roads met I sat upon a gate; I saw the sun decline and set, And still was fain to wait. A trotting boy passed up the way And roused me from my thought; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Looking at a Picture on an Anniversary. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Looking at a Picture on an Anniversary But don’t you know it, my dear, Don’t you know it, That this day of the year (What rainbow-rays embow it!) We met, strangers confessed, But parted – blest? Though at this query, my dear, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Young Glass-Stainer. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Young Glass-Stainer ‘These Gothic windows, how they wear me out With cusp and foil, and nothing straight or square, Crude colours, leaden borders roundabout, And fitting in Peter here, and Matthew there! ‘What a vocation! Here do I draw now The […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. An Upbraiding. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) An Upbraiding Now I am dead you sing to me The songs we used to know, But while I lived you had no wish Or care for doing so. Now I am dead you come to me In the moonlight, comfortless; Ah, […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. To a Goose. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) To a Goose If thou didst feed on western plains of yore Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet Over some Cambrian mountain’s plashy moor, Or find in farmer’s yard a safe retreat From gipsy thieves and foxes sly and fleet; If thy […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Tree and the Lady. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Tree and the Lady I have done all I could For that lady I knew! Through the heats I have shaded her, Drawn to her songsters when summer has jaded her, Home from the heath or the wood. At the mirth-time […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Garden. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Garden (M.H.) We waited for the sun To break its cloudy prison (For day was not yet done, And night still unbegun) Leaning by the dial. After many a trial – We all silent there – It burst as […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. At San Sebastian. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) At San Sebastian The Countess sprawled beside the sea As naked a she well could be; Indeed her only garments were A “G” string and a brassière Her washerwoman was amazed, And at the lady gazed and gazed, - From billowy-bosom swell […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pedlar. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pedlar Pedlar’s coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don’t you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has to sell. Just discreetly go inside. We must hang a board, I fear: PEDLARS NOT PERMITTED HERE. I’m trying to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Plea. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Plea Why need we newer arms invent, Poor peoples to destroy? With what we have let’s be content And perfect their employ. With weapons that may millions kill, Why should we seek for more, A brighter spate of blood to spill, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Centenarian. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Centenarian Great Grandfather was ninety-nine And so it was our one dread, That though his health was superfine He’d fail to make the hundred. Though he was not a rolling stone No moss he seemed to gather: A patriarch of brawn […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Auction Sale. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Auction Sale Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as children will, And watched us playing, oh so wistfully! And then I missed her for a month or more, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dark Glasses. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dark Glasses Sweet maiden, why disguise The beauty of your eyes With glasses black? Although I’m well aware That you are more than fair, Allure you lack. For as I stare at you I ask if brown or blue Your optics are? […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Golden Days. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Golden Days Another day of toil and strife, Another page so white, Within that fateful Log of Life That I and all must write; Another page without a stain To make of as I may, That done, I shall not see again […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Golden Days. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Golden Days Another day of toil and strife, Another page so white, Within that fateful Log of Life That I and all must write; Another page without a stain To make of as I may, That done, I shall not see again […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Golden Days. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Golden Days Another day of toil and strife, Another page so white, Within that fateful Log of Life That I and all must write; Another page without a stain To make of as I may, That done, I shall not see again […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Local Lad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Local Lad I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of Dick, our local boy, When with a clumsy, lucky clout He knocked the champion out. A week ago he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Local Lad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Local Lad I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of Dick, our local boy, When with a clumsy, lucky clout He knocked the champion out. A week ago he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Local Lad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Local Lad I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of Dick, our local boy, When with a clumsy, lucky clout He knocked the champion out. A week ago he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Tails. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Tails I haven’t worn my evening dress For nearly twenty years; Oh I’m unsocial, I confess, A hermit, it appears. So much moth-balled it’s but away, And though wee wifie wails, Never unto my dimmest day I’ll don my tails. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Tails. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Tails I haven’t worn my evening dress For nearly twenty years; Oh I’m unsocial, I confess, A hermit, it appears. So much moth-balled it’s but away, And though wee wifie wails, Never unto my dimmest day I’ll don my tails. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Tails. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Tails I haven’t worn my evening dress For nearly twenty years; Oh I’m unsocial, I confess, A hermit, it appears. So much moth-balled it’s but away, And though wee wifie wails, Never unto my dimmest day I’ll don my tails. […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade He stopt,–it surely was a groan That from the hovel came! He stopt and listened anxiously Again it sounds the same. It surely from the hovel comes! And now he hastens there, And thence […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade He stopt,–it surely was a groan That from the hovel came! He stopt and listened anxiously Again it sounds the same. It surely from the hovel comes! And now he hastens there, And thence […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade He stopt,–it surely was a groan That from the hovel came! He stopt and listened anxiously Again it sounds the same. It surely from the hovel comes! And now he hastens there, And thence […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sea Sorcery. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sea Sorcery Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; Or mumbling pebbles on the shore, Or roused to monster might: By day I love the sea, but more I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sea Sorcery. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sea Sorcery Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; Or mumbling pebbles on the shore, Or roused to monster might: By day I love the sea, but more I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sea Sorcery. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sea Sorcery Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; Or mumbling pebbles on the shore, Or roused to monster might: By day I love the sea, but more I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Joy of Being Poor. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Joy of Being Poor I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was poor, a vagrant in a ditch! When every dawn was like a gem, so radiant and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Joy of Being Poor. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Joy of Being Poor I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was poor, a vagrant in a ditch! When every dawn was like a gem, so radiant and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Joy of Being Poor. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Joy of Being Poor I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was poor, a vagrant in a ditch! When every dawn was like a gem, so radiant and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Silent Ones. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Silent Ones I’m just an ordinary chap Who comes home to his tea, And mostly I don’t care a rap What people think of me; I do my job and take my pay, And love of peace expound; But as I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Silent Ones. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Silent Ones I’m just an ordinary chap Who comes home to his tea, And mostly I don’t care a rap What people think of me; I do my job and take my pay, And love of peace expound; But as I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Silent Ones. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Silent Ones I’m just an ordinary chap Who comes home to his tea, And mostly I don’t care a rap What people think of me; I do my job and take my pay, And love of peace expound; But as I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable) To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable; Of loveliness, alas! I cannot sing. My lot it i, across the tavern table, To start a chorus to the strumming string. I have no gift to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable) To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable; Of loveliness, alas! I cannot sing. My lot it i, across the tavern table, To start a chorus to the strumming string. I have no gift to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable) To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable; Of loveliness, alas! I cannot sing. My lot it i, across the tavern table, To start a chorus to the strumming string. I have no gift to […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. The Isle of Lambs. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) The Isle of Lambs IN sunlight slept the gilded cliff, The ocean beat below, The gray gulls flapped along the wave, The seas broke, huge and slow. The drenched rocks rose like buffaloes, With matted sea-weed manes; Each shaggy hide shook […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «The Servant When He Reigneth». Редьярд Киплинг. «Раб, что сел на царство»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «The Servant When He Reigneth» “For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear. For a servant when he reigneth, and a fool when he is filled with meat; for an odious woman when she is married, and […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «The Servant When He Reigneth». Редьярд Киплинг. «Раб, что сел на царство»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «The Servant When He Reigneth» “For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear. For a servant when he reigneth, and a fool when he is filled with meat; for an odious woman when she is married, and […]