English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Ode on Solitude. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Ode on Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. The Schoolboy. Уильям Блейк. Песни опыта. Школьник
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. The Schoolboy I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me: O what sweet company! But to go to school in a […]
English Poetry. William Makepeace Thackeray. Little Billee. Уильям Мейкпис Теккерей. Малютка Билли
William Makepeace Thackeray (Уильям Мейкпис Теккерей) Little Billee THERE were three sailors in Bristol City, Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain’s biscuit, And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Palace of Art. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Palace of Art ONE seemed all dark and red–a tract of sand, And some one pacing there alone, Who paced for ever in a glimmering land, Lit with a low large moon. One showed an iron coast and angry waves. You […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Night Song of Amalfi. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Night Song of Amalfi I ASKED the heaven of stars What I should I give my love– It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishermen go– It answered me with silence, Silence below. […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Two Songs for Solitude. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Two Songs for Solitude The Crystal Gazer I shall gather myself into myself again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one, I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball Where I can see the moon and the flashing […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Doctors. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Doctors EVERY night I lie awake And every day I lie abed And hear the doctors, Pain and Death, Confering at my head. They speak in scientific tones, Professional and low– One argues for a speedy cure, The other, sure and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Murderers. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Murderers He was my best and oldest friend. I’d known him all my life. And yet I’m sure towards the end He knew I loved his wife, And wonder, wonder if it’s why He came so dreadfully to die. He drove […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. I Have Some Friends. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) * * * I have some friends, some worthy friends, And worthy friends are rare: These carpet slippers on my feet, That padded leather chair; This old and shabby dressing-gown, So well the worse of wear. I have some friends, some […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Failure. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Failure He wrote a play; by day and night He strove with passion and delight; Yet knew, long ere the curtain drop, His drama was a sorry flop. In Parliament he sought a seat; Election Day brought dire defeat; Yet he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Belated Bard. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Belated Bard The songs I made from joy of earth In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. But all the songs I sing today Take tediously the ear: Novemberishly dark are they With mortuary fear. For […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. An Old Story. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) An Old Story (Retold in Rhyme) They threw him in a prison cell; He moaned upon his bed. And when he crept from coils of hell: “Last night you killed,” they said. “last night in drunken rage you slew A […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Conscious. Уилфред Оуэн.
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Conscious His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. His eyes come open with a pull of will, Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head. A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . . How smooth the floor of the ward is! what […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Verseman’s Apology. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Verseman’s Apology Alas! I am only a rhymer, I don’t know the meaning of Art; But I learned in my little school primer To love Eugene Field and Bret Harte. I hailed Hoosier Ryley with pleasure, To John Hay I took […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Grain of Sand. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Grain of Sand If starry space no limit knows And sun succeeds to sun, There is no reason to suppose Our earth the only one. ‘Mid countless constellations cast A million worlds may be, With each a God to bless or […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Clock-Winder. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Clock-Winder It is dark as a cave, Or a vault in the nave When the iron door Is closed, and the floor Of the church relaid With trowel and spade. But the parish-clerk Cares not for the dark As he winds […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In a Waiting-Room. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In a Waiting-Room On a morning sick as the day of doom With the drizzling gray Of an English May, There were few in the railway waiting-room. About its walls were framed and varnished Pictures of liners, fly-blown, tarnished. The table bore a […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. I Rose and Went to Rou’tor Town. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * (She, alone) I rose and went to Rou’tor Town With gaiety and good heart, And ardour for the start, That morning ere the moon was down That lit me off to Rou’tor Town With gaiety and good heart. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Robin. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Robin When up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I! When I descend Towards their brink I stand, and look, And stoop, and drink, And bathe my wings, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Honeymoon Time at an Inn. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Honeymoon Time at an Inn At the shiver of morning, a little before the false dawn, The moon was at the window-square, Deedily brooding in deformed decay – The curve hewn off her cheek as by an adze; At the shiver of morning […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Midnight on the Great Western. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Midnight on the Great Western In the third-class seat sat the journeying boy, And the roof-lamp’s oily flame Played down on his listless form and face, Bewrapt past knowing to what he was going, Or whence he came. In the band of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Fragment. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Fragment At last I entered a long dark gallery, Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side Were the bodies of men from far and wide Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead. ‘The sense of waiting here strikes strong; Everyone’s waiting, waiting, it […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Revisits His First School. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Revisits His First School I should not have shown in the flesh, I ought to have gone as a ghost; It was awkward, unseemly almost, Standing solidly there as when fresh, Pink, tiny, crisp-curled, My pinions yet furled From the winds of […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Soldier’s Dream. Уилфред Оуэн.
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Soldier’s Dream I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; And rusted every bayonet with His tears. And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs, […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Nature and Man. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Nature and Man Oh, the glance of the dew! Oh, the flame of the rose springing forth of the thorn! Oh, the song of the arrow-marked finch singing love in the front of the morn! Who will speak to them all of […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The War of Bread. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The War of Bread ‘There shall be no unwarranted manipulation of the nation’s food supply by those who handle it on the way to the consumer.’—President Wilson. Of all the wars that waste this world, Where the life of man has […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. A Far Cry to Heaven. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) A Far Cry to Heaven WHAT! doest thou pray that the outgone tide be rolled back on the strand, The flame be rekindled that mounted away from the smouldering brand, The past-summer harvest flow golden through stubble-lands naked and sere, The winter-gray […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Leaves. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Leaves ONE by one, like leaves from a tree All my faiths have forsaken me; But the stars above my head Burn in white and delicate red, And beneath my feet the earth Brings the sturdy grass to birth. I who was content to […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Rose. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Rose BENEATH my chamber window Pierrot was singing, singing; I heard his lute the whole night thru Until the east was red. Alas, alas Pierrot, I had no rose for flinging Save one that drank my tears for dew Before […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Indian Summer. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Indian Summer LYRIC night of the lingering Indian summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper’s horn, and far off, high in the maples The wheel of a […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. April. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) April THE roofs are shining from the rain. The sparrows tritter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by. Yet the back-yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree– I could not be […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Frost. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Frost HOW small a tooth hath mined the season’s heart! How cold a touch hath set the wood on fire, Until it blazes like a costly pyre Built for some Ganges emperor, old and swart, Soul-sped on clouds of incense! Whose the […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Winter Sleep. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Winter Sleep I KNOW it must be winter (though I sleep)– I know it must be winter, for I dream I dip my bare feet in the running stream, And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep. I know I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Poor Kid. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Poor Kid Mumsie and Dad are raven dark And I am lily blonde. ”Tis strange,’ I once heard nurse remark, ‘You do not correspond.’ And yet they claim me as their own, Born of their flesh and bone. To doubt their […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. The Last Laugh. Уилфред Оуэн.
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) The Last Laugh ‘Oh! Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain! Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut! And the Big Gun guffawed. Another sighed,-‘O Mother, -Mother, – Dad!’ Then smiled at nothing, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Stupidity. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Stupidity Stupidity, woe’s anodyne, Be kind and comfort me in mine; Smooth out the furrows of my brow, Make me as carefree as a cow, Content to sleep and eat and drink And never think Stupidity, let me be blind To […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Christmas Tree. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Christmas Tree In the dark and damp of the alley cold, Lay the Christmas tree that hadn’t been sold; By a shopman dourly thrown outside; With the ruck and rubble of Christmas-tide; Trodden deep in the muck and mire, Unworthy even […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Healer. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Healer “Tuberculosis should not be,” The old professor said. “If folks would hearken unto me ‘Twould save a million dead. Nay, no consumptive needs to die, –A cure have I. “From blood of turtle I’ve distilled An elixir of worth; […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Portrait. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Portrait The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife,–since twenty years she’s dead: Her going nearly broke my heart. Alas! No little ones we had To light our hearth with joy and glee; […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Womb. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Womb Up from the evil day Of wattle and of woad, Along man’s weary way Dark Pain has been the goad. Back from the age of stone, Within his brutish brain, What pleasure he has known Is ease from Pain. […]