English Poetry. Henry Timrod. La Belle Juive. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) La Belle Juive Is it because your sable hair Is folded over brows that wear At times a too imperial air; Or is it that the thoughts which rise In those dark orbs do seek disguise Beneath the lids of Eastern eyes; […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 19. Silent Noon. Данте Габриэль Россетти. Дом жизни. Сонет 19. Тихий полдень
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 19. Silent Noon Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, – The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Dreams. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Dreams Who first said “false as dreams?” Not one who saw Into the wild and wondrous world they sway; No thinker who hath read their mystic law; No Poet who hath weaved them in his lay. Else had he known that through the […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. The Inward Morning. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) The Inward Morning Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears, And in its fasion’s hourly change It all things else repairs In vain I look for change abroad, And can no difference find, Till som new […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Mist. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) Mist Low-anchored cloud Newfoundlan air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the daisied banks and violets, And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades; Spirit of lakes […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Decadence. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Decadence Before the florid portico I watched the gamblers come and go, While by me on a bench there sat A female in a faded hat; A shabby, shrinking, crumpled creature, Of waxy casino-ward with eyes Of lost soul seeking paradise. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Henry. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Henry Mary and I were twenty-two When we were wed; A well-matched pair, right smart to view The town’s folk said. For twenty years I have been true To nuptial bed. But oh alas! The march of time, Life’s wear and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Weary. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Weary Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark. When wearily I lie, With aching sight, With what thanksgiving I Turn out the light! When to night’s drowsy deep Serene I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Vanity. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Тщеславие
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Vanity My tangoing seemed to delight her; With me it was love at first sight. I mentioned That I was a writer: She asked me: “What is it you write?” “Oh, only best-sellers,” I told her. Their titles?… She shook her blonde […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Tourists. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Tourists In a strange town in a far land They met amid a throng; They stared, they could not understand How life was sudden song. As brown eyes looked in eyes of grey Just for a moment’s space, Twin spirits met with […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. Once in a Saintly Passion. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) * * * ONCE in a saintly passion I cried with desperate grief, “O Lord, my heart is black with guile, Of sinners I am chief.” Then stooped my guardian angel And whispered from behind, “Vanity, my little man, You’re nothing of the kind.” […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. In the Room. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) In the Room “Ceste insigne fable et tragicque comedie.”–RABELAIS THE sun was down, and twilight grey Filled half the air; but in the room, Whose curtain had been drawn all day, The twilight was a dusky gloom: Which seemed at first as still […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. You Know Where You Did Despise. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) * * * You know where you did despise (Tother day) my little Eyes, Little Legs, and little Thighs, And some things, of little Size, You know where. You, tis true, have fine black eyes, Taper legs, and tempting Thighs, Yet what more […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. The Fire That Filled My Heart of Old. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) * * * THE fire that filled my heart of old Gave luster while it burned; Now only ashes gray and cold Are in its silence urned. Ah! better was the furious flame, The splendor with the smart; I never cared for the singer’s […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. A Song of Sighing. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) A Song of Sighing WOULD some little joy to-day Visit us, heart! Could it but a moment stay, Then depart, With the flutter of its wings Stirring sense of brighter things. Like a butterfly astray In a dark room; Telling:–Outside […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. To a Tycoon. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) To a Tycoon Since much has been your mirth And fair your fate, Friend, leave your lot of earth Less desolate. With frailing overdue, Why don’t you try The bit of God in you To justify? Try to discern the grace […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Widow. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Widow I don’t think men of eighty odd Should let a surgeon operate; Better to pray for peace with God, And reconcile oneself to Fate: At four-score years we really should Be quite prepared to go for good. That’s what […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Undying. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Undying She was so wonderful I wondered If wedding me she had not blundered; She was so pure, so high above me, I marvelled how she came to love me: Or did she? Well, in her own fashion - Affection, pity, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Smoking Frog. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Smoking Frog Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o’er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They’d jammed within its throttle. A Pasha frog it must have been So big it as and bloated; And from […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Robbers. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Robbers Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree, In whose green shade I smoked my pipe And waited for the fruit to ripe; From green to purple softly swell Then drop into my lap to tell […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Nostomaniac. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Nostomaniac On the ragged edge of the world I’ll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And a bunch of bones on the boundless snows The end of my trail… who knows, who knows! I’m dreaming […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Lone Trail. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Одинокий путь
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Lone Trail Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by; The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Host. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Host I never could imagine God: I don’t suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness but still In old of age as sight grows dim I have a sense of Him. For when I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Goat and I. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Goat and I Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of brass. And all the while I am in sight He seems to muse, And stares at me with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Ballad of the Leather Medal. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Ballad of the Leather Medal Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet of my humble treasures I value it most of all, And I wouldn’t part with that […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Robbers. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Robbers Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree, In whose green shade I smoked my pipe And waited for the fruit to ripe; From green to purple softly swell Then drop into my lap to tell […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Nostomaniac. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Nostomaniac On the ragged edge of the world I’ll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And a bunch of bones on the boundless snows The end of my trail… who knows, who knows! I’m dreaming […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Lone Trail. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Одинокий путь
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Lone Trail Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by; The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. Night. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) Night HE cried out through the night: “Where is the light? Shall nevermore Open Heaven’s door? Oh, I am left Lonely, bereft!” He cried out through the night: It spread vaguely white, With its ghost of a moon […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Celia. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Celia Celia, we know, is sixty-five, Yet Celia’s face is seventeen; Thus winter in her breast must live, While summer in her face is seen. How cruel Celia’s fate, who hence Our heart’s devotion cannot try; Too pretty for our reverence, Too ancient […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Host. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Host I never could imagine God: I don’t suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness but still In old of age as sight grows dim I have a sense of Him. For when I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Goat and I. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Goat and I Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of brass. And all the while I am in sight He seems to muse, And stares at me with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Ballad of the Leather Medal. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Ballad of the Leather Medal Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet of my humble treasures I value it most of all, And I wouldn’t part with that […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Artist. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Artist All day with brow of anxious thought The dictionary through, Amid a million words he sought The sole one that would do. He wandered on from pub to pub Yet never ceased to seek With burning brain and pencil stub […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Stowaway. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Stowaway We’d left the sea-gulls long behind, And we were almost in mid-ocean; The sky was soft and blue and kind, The boat had scarcely any motion; Except that songfully it sped, And sheared the foam swift as an arrow… There fluttered […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Shiela. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Shiela When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the peewit call; As you bent above your knitting something fey was in your smile, And fine and soft and slow the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Remorse. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Remorse That scathing word I used in scorn (Though half a century ago) Comes back to me this April morn, Like boomerang to work me woe; Comes back to me with bitter blame (Though apple boughs are blossoming), And oh! the anguish […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pooch. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pooch Nurse, won’t you let him in? He’s barkin’ an’ scratchen’ the door, Makin’ so dreffel a din I jest can’t sleep any more; Out there in the dark an’ the cold, Hark to him scrape an’ whine, Breakin’ his heart o’ […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. Proem. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) Proem O ANTIQUE fables! beautiful and bright And joyous with the joyous youth of yore; O antique fables! for a little light Of that which shineth in you evermore, To cleanse the dimness from our weary eyes, And bathe our old world with a […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. Day. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) Day WAKING one morning In a pleasant land, By a river flowing Over golden sand:– Whence flow ye, waters, O’er your golden sand? We come flowing From the Silent Land. Whither go ye, waters, O’er your golden sand? We go flowing To […]