English Poetry. Robert William Service. Two Husbands. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Two Husbands Unpenitent, I grieve to state, Two good men stood by heaven’s gate, Saint Peter coming to await. The stopped the Keeper of the Keys, Saying: “What suppliants are these, Who wait me not on bended knees? “To get my […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. The Negro’s Complaint. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) The Negro’s Complaint Forc’d from home and all its pleasures, Afric’s coast I left forlorn; To increase a stranger’s treasures, O’er the raging billows borne; Men from England bought and sold me, Paid my price in paltry gold; But though theirs they have enroll’d […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Willie. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Willie ‘Why did the lady in the lift Slap that poor parson’s face?’ Said Mother, thinking as she sniffed, Of clerical disgrace. Said Sonny Boy: ‘Alas, I know. My conscience doth accuse me; The lady stood upon my toe, Yet did […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Upper Birch-Leaves. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Upper Birch-Leaves Warm yellowy-green In the blue serene, How they skip and sway On this autumn day! They cannot know What has happened below, – That their boughs down there Are already quite bare, That their own will be When a week […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Paying Calls. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Paying Calls I went by footpath and by stile Beyond where bustle ends, Strayed here a mile and there a mile And called upon some friends. On certain ones I had not seen For years past did I call, And then on […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Her Love-Birds. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Her Love-Birds When I looked up at my love-birds That Sunday afternoon, There was in their tiny tune A dying fetch like broken words, When I looked up at my love-birds That Sunday afternoon. When he, too, scanned the love-birds On entering […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Memorial Brass: 186–. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Memorial Brass: 186– ‘Why do you weep there, O sweet lady, Why do you weep before that brass? – (I’m a mere student sketching the mediaeval) Is some late death lined there, alas? – Your father’s?.. Well, all pay the debt that […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. At a Country Fair. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) At a Country Fair At a bygone Western country fair I saw a giant led by a dwarf With a red string like a long thin scarf; How much he was the stronger there The giant seemed unaware. And then I saw […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Who’s in the Next Room?. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * ‘Who’s in the next room? – who? I seemed to see Somebody in the dawning passing through, Unknown to me.’ ‘Nay: you saw nought. He passed invisibly.’ ‘Who’s in the next room? – who? I seem to hear Somebody […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Pedestrian. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Pedestrian An Incident of 1883 ‘Sir, will you let me give you a ride? Nox venit, and the heath is wide.’ – My phaeton-lantern shone on one Young, fair, even fresh, But burdened with flesh: A leathern satchel at his side, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Glimpse. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Glimpse She sped through the door And, following in haste, And stirred to the core, I entered hot-faced; But I could not find her, No sign was behind her. ‘Where is she?’ I said: – ‘Who?’ they asked that sat there; ‘Not […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. No Sourdough. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Я не сторожил
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) No Sourdough To be a bony feed Sourdough You must, by Yukon Law, Have killed a moose, And robbed a sluice, AND BUNKED UP WITH A SQUAW… Alas! Sourdough I’ll never be. Oh, sad is my excuse: My shooting’s so damn […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. God Moves In A Mysterious Way. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) * * * God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Son. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Son I must not let my boy Dick down, Knight of the air. With wings of light he won renown Then crashed somewhere. To fly to France from London town I do not dare. Oh he was such a simple […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Moon Song. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Moon Song A child saw in the morning skies The dissipated-looking moon, And opened wide her big blue eyes, And cried: “Look, look, my lost balloon!” And clapped her rosy hands with glee: “Quick, mother! Bring it back to me.” A […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Little Moccasins. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Little Moccasins Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the light! I’ll play the old Red River reel, you used to love it so: Awake, O Little Moccasins, and dance […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Hate. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Hate I had a bitter enemy, His heart to hate he gave, And when I died he swore that he Would dance upon my grave; That he would leap and laugh because A livid corpse was I, And that’s the reason why […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Gentle Gaoler. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Gentle Gaoler Being a gaoler I’m supposed To be a hard-boiled guy; Yet never prison walls enclosed A kinder soul than I: Passing my charges precious pills To end their ills. And if in gentle sleep they die, And pass to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Divine Detachment. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Divine Detachment One day the Great Designer sought His Clerk of Birth and Death. Said he: “Two souls are in my thought, to whom I gave life-breath. I deemed my work was fitly done, But yester-eve I saw That in the finished […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Cocotte. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Cocotte When a girl’s sixteen, and as poor as she’s pretty, And she hasn’t a friend and she hasn’t a home, Heigh-ho! She’s as safe in Paris city As a lamb night-strayed where the wild wolves roam; And that was I; oh, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Black Moran. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Black Moran The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. And as for sunny Southland bound, through weary woods they sped, The solitude that ringed them round was silent as […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bank Robber. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bank Robber I much admire, I must admit, The man who robs a Bank; It takes a lot of guts and grit, For lack of which I thank The gods: a chap ‘twould make of me You wouldn’t ask to tea. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Allouette. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Allouette Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting spit; Happy larks that summer-long Stormed the radiant sky, Adoration in their song . . . Packed to make a pie.> […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Despair. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Despair I have experienc’d The worst, the World can wreak on me–the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With whisper’d Discontents the dying prayer– I have beheld the whole of all, wherein My Heart had any interest in this Life, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Song of Winter Weather. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Song of Winter Weather It isn’t the foe that we fear; It isn’t the bullets that whine; It isn’t the business career Of a shell, or the bust of a mine; It isn’t the snipers who seek To nip our young […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Hero. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Hero Three times I had the lust to kill, To clutch a throat so young and fair, And squeeze with all my might until No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out, Though on my brow […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Cocotte. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Cocotte When a girl’s sixteen, and as poor as she’s pretty, And she hasn’t a friend and she hasn’t a home, Heigh-ho! She’s as safe in Paris city As a lamb night-strayed where the wild wolves roam; And that was I; oh, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Cocotte. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Cocotte When a girl’s sixteen, and as poor as she’s pretty, And she hasn’t a friend and she hasn’t a home, Heigh-ho! She’s as safe in Paris city As a lamb night-strayed where the wild wolves roam; And that was I; oh, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Black Moran. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Black Moran The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. And as for sunny Southland bound, through weary woods they sped, The solitude that ringed them round was silent as […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Black Moran. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Black Moran The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. And as for sunny Southland bound, through weary woods they sped, The solitude that ringed them round was silent as […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bank Robber. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bank Robber I much admire, I must admit, The man who robs a Bank; It takes a lot of guts and grit, For lack of which I thank The gods: a chap ‘twould make of me You wouldn’t ask to tea. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bank Robber. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bank Robber I much admire, I must admit, The man who robs a Bank; It takes a lot of guts and grit, For lack of which I thank The gods: a chap ‘twould make of me You wouldn’t ask to tea. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Allouette. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Allouette Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting spit; Happy larks that summer-long Stormed the radiant sky, Adoration in their song . . . Packed to make a pie.> […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Allouette. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Allouette Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting spit; Happy larks that summer-long Stormed the radiant sky, Adoration in their song . . . Packed to make a pie.> […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Despair. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Despair I have experienc’d The worst, the World can wreak on me–the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With whisper’d Discontents the dying prayer– I have beheld the whole of all, wherein My Heart had any interest in this Life, […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Despair. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Despair I have experienc’d The worst, the World can wreak on me–the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With whisper’d Discontents the dying prayer– I have beheld the whole of all, wherein My Heart had any interest in this Life, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Song of Winter Weather. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Song of Winter Weather It isn’t the foe that we fear; It isn’t the bullets that whine; It isn’t the business career Of a shell, or the bust of a mine; It isn’t the snipers who seek To nip our young […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Song of Winter Weather. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Song of Winter Weather It isn’t the foe that we fear; It isn’t the bullets that whine; It isn’t the business career Of a shell, or the bust of a mine; It isn’t the snipers who seek To nip our young […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Hero. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Hero Three times I had the lust to kill, To clutch a throat so young and fair, And squeeze with all my might until No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out, Though on my brow […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Hero. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Hero Three times I had the lust to kill, To clutch a throat so young and fair, And squeeze with all my might until No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out, Though on my brow […]