English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Bliss of Ignorance. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Bliss of Ignorance When Jack took Nell into his arms He knew he acted ill, And thought as he enjoyed her charms Of his fiancée Jill. “Poor dear,” he sighed, “she dreams of me, I shouldn’t act like this; But after […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Spartan Mother. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Spartan Mother My mother loved her horses and Her hounds of pedigree; She did not kiss the baby hand I held to her in glee. Of course I had a sweet nou-nou Who tended me with care, And mother reined her nag […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sensitive Burglar. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sensitive Burglar Selecting in the dining-room The silver of his choice, The burglar heard from chamber gloom A female voice. As cold and bitter as a toad, She spat a nasty name, So even as his swag he stowed He blushed for […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Prelude (In youth I gnawed life’s bitter rind). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Prelude (In youth I gnawed life’s bitter rind) In youth I gnawed life’s bitter rind And shared the rugged lot Of fellows rude and unrefined, Frustrated and forgot; And now alas! it is too late My sorry ways to mend, So sadly […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Our Hero. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Our Hero “Flowers, only flowers — bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness,” that was all he said; So we sacked our gardens, violets and roses, Lilies white and bluebells laid we on his bed. Soft his pale hands touched them, tenderly […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Old Crony. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Old Crony Said she: ‘Although my husband Jim Is with his home content, I never should have married him, We are so different. Oh yes, I know he loves me well, Our children he adores; But he’s so dull, and I rebel […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Suicide. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Suicide I’ve often wondered why Old chaps who choose to die In evil passes, Before themselves they slay, Invariably they Take off their glasses? As I strolled by the Castle cliff An oldish chap I set my eyes on, Who […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Hour. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Hour Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! I reign a king of cheer. A throne have I of padded leather, A little court of kiddies three, A […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 47. Broken Music. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 47. Broken Music The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears Her nursling’s speech first grow articulate; But breathless with averted eyes elate She sits, with open lips and open ears, That it may call her […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Childhood God. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Childhood God When I was small the Lord appeared Unto my mental eye A gentle giant with a beard Who homed up in the sky. But soon that vasty vision blurred, And faded in the end, Till God is just another […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Bear. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Bear I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo’ cute; Though round my shack they often came, I’d raise my rifle and take aim, But couldn’t shoot. Yet there was one full six-feet tall Who […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Shadow on the Stone. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Shadow on the Stone I went by the Druid stone That broods in the garden white and lone, And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows That at some moments fall thereon From the tree hard by with a rhythmic swing, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Clock of the Years. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Clock of the Years ‘A spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.’ And the Spirit said, ‘I can make the clock of the years go backward, But am loth to stop it where you will.’ And […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Signs and Tokens. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Signs and Tokens Said the red-cloaked crone In a whispered moan: ‘The dead man was limp When laid in his chest; Yea, limp; and why But to signify That the grave will crimp Ere next year’s sun Yet another one Of those […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Imaginings. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Imaginings She saw herself a lady With fifty frocks in wear, And rolling wheels, and rooms the best, And faithful maidens’ care, And open lawns and shady For weathers warm or drear. She found herself a striver, All liberal gifts debarred, With […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Enemy’s Portrait. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Enemy’s Portrait He saw the portrait of his enemy, offered At auction in a street he journeyed nigh, That enemy, now late dead, who in his lifetime Had injured deeply him the passer-by. ‘To get that picture, pleased be God, I’ll try, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Something that Saved Him. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Something that Saved Him It was when Whirls of thick waters laved me Again and again, That something arose and saved me; Yea, it was then. In that day Unseeing the azure went I On my way, And to white winter […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In a Whispering Gallery. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In a Whispering Gallery That whisper takes the voice Of a Spirit’s compassionings, Close, but invisible, And throws me under a spell At the kindling vision it brings; And for a moment I rejoice, And believe in transcendent things That would mould from […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Old Excursions. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Old Excursions ‘What’s the good of going to Ridgeway, Cerne, or Sydling Mill, Or to Yell’ham Hill, Blithely bearing Casterbridge-way As we used to do? She will no more climb up there, Or be visible anywhere In those haunts we knew.’ But […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Woodspurge. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) Woodspurge The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill: I had walk’d on at the wind’s will,— I sat now, for the wind was still. Between my knees my forehead was,— My lips, drawn […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Carolina. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Carolina I The despot treads thy sacred sands, Thy pines give shelter to his bands, Thy sons stand by with idle hands, Carolina! He breathes at ease thy airs of balm, He scorns the lances of thy palm; Oh! who shall break thy […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Second Love. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Second Love Could I reveal the secret joy Thy presence always with it brings, The memories so strangely waked Of long forgotten things, The love, the hope, the fear, the grief, Which with that voice come back to me, – Thou wouldst forgive […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. A Trifle. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) A Trifle I know not why, but ev’n to me My songs seem sweet when read to thee. Perhaps in this the pleasure lies - I read my thoughts within thine eyes. And so dare fancy that my art May sink as […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. The Messenger Rose. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) The Messenger Rose If you have seen a richer glow, Pray, tell me where your roses blow! Look! coral-leaved! and — mark these spots Red staining red in crimson clots, Like a sweet lip bitten through In a pique. There, where that hue Is […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 9. I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 9. I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day I know not why, but all this weary day, Suggested by no definite grief or pain, Sad fancies have been flitting through my brain; Now it has been a vessel losing way, Rounding […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Sympathy. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) Sympathy Lately alas I knew a gentle boy, Whose features all were cast in Virtue’s mould, As one she had designed for Beauty’s toy, But after manned him for her own strong-hold. On every side he open was as day, That you might […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong, Which asks no duties and no conscience? The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path In some far summer stratum of the sky, While stars with their cold shine bedot her […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. They Who Prepare My Evening Meal Below. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * They who prepare my evening meal below Carelessly hit the kettle as they go With tongs or shovel, And ringing round and round, Out of this hovel It makes an eastern temple by the sound. […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Indeed Indeed, I Cannot Tell. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * Indeed indeed, I cannot tell, Though I ponder on it well, Which were easier to state, All my love or all my hate. Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me When I say thou dost disgust me. O, I hate thee with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dunce. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dunce At school I never gained a prize, Proving myself the model ass; Yet how I watched the wistful eyes, And cheered my mates who topped the class. No envy in my heart I found, Yet bone was worthier to own Those […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The Blessed Damozel. Данте Габриэль Россетти. Небесная подруга
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The Blessed Damozel The blessed damozel lean’d out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters still’d at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Death in the Arctic. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Death in the Arctic I I took the clock down from the shelf; “At eight,” said I, “I shoot myself.” It lacked a minute of the hour, And as I waited all a-cower, A skinful of black, boding pain, Bits of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Conqueror. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Conqueror Though I defy the howling horde As bloody-browed I smite, Back to the wall with shattered sword When darkly dooms the night; Though hoarse they cheer as I go down Before their bitter odds, ‘Tis I who win the victor’s crown, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Celebates. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Celebates They must not wed the Doctor said, For they were far from strong, And children of their marriage bed Might not live overlong. And yet each eve I saw them pass With rapt and eager air, As fit a seeming lad […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Boon Soul. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Boon Soul Behold! I’m old; my hair is white; My eighty years are in the offing, And sitting by the fire to-night I sip a grog to ease my coughing. It’s true I’m raucous as a rook, But feeling bibulously “bardy,” These […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Babette. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Babette My Lady is dancing so lightly, The belle of the Embassy Ball; I lied as I kissed her politely, And hurried away from it all. I’m taxiing up to Montmartre, With never a pang of regret, To toy for awhile with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. At Eighty Years. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) At Eighty Years As nothingness draws near How I can see Inexorably clear My vanity. My sum of worthiness Always so small, Dwindles from less to less To none at all. As grisly destiny Claims me at last, How grievous seem […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Year Ago. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Year Ago I’m sitting by the fire tonight, The cat purrs on the rug; The room’s abrim with rosy light, Suavely soft and snug; And safe and warm from dark and storm It’s cosiness I hug. Then petulant the window […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Song for Kilts. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Song for Kilts How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead of trousers, custom built! Nay, do not think I speak to joke: (You know I’m not that kind […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Lyric Day. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Lyric Day I deem that there are lyric days So ripe with radiance and cheer, So rich with gratitude and praise That they enrapture all the year. And if there is a God babove, (As they would tell me in the […]