English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Calendar. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Calendar From off my calendar today A leaf I tear; So swiftly passes smiling May Without a care. And now the gentleness of June Will fleetly fly And I will greet the glamour moon Of lush July. Beloved months so […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Man Child. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Man Child All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand With infantile delight; Just like a child, so soft and fair, Though he was twenty-five - An innocent, my mother […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Man Child. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Man Child All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand With infantile delight; Just like a child, so soft and fair, Though he was twenty-five - An innocent, my mother […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Last Look. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Last Look What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my sight The world I’ve loved with long delight? What would I pray to look on last, When Death shall draw […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Last Look. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Last Look What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my sight The world I’ve loved with long delight? What would I pray to look on last, When Death shall draw […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Julie Claire. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Julie Claire Oh Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well, And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale to tell Of sultry squeeze beneath the trees Or hugging in the hay… Of love her share had Julie Claire […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Julie Claire. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Julie Claire Oh Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well, And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale to tell Of sultry squeeze beneath the trees Or hugging in the hay… Of love her share had Julie Claire […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. I Will Not Fight. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) * * * I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my breast I deem that silence serves me best: So having not a word to say, Contemptuous I turn away. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. I Will Not Fight. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) * * * I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my breast I deem that silence serves me best: So having not a word to say, Contemptuous I turn away. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Grandad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Grandad Heaven’s mighty sweet, I guess; Ain’t no rush to git there: Been a sinner, more or less; Maybe wouldn’t fit there. Wicked still, bound to confess; Might jest pine a bit there. Heaven’s swell, the preachers say: Got so used […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Grandad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Grandad Heaven’s mighty sweet, I guess; Ain’t no rush to git there: Been a sinner, more or less; Maybe wouldn’t fit there. Wicked still, bound to confess; Might jest pine a bit there. Heaven’s swell, the preachers say: Got so used […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Freethinker. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Freethinker Although the Preacher be a bore, The Atheist is even more. I ain’t religious worth a damn; My views are reckoned to be broad; And yet I shut up like a clam When folks get figgerin’ on God; I’d hate […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Freethinker. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Freethinker Although the Preacher be a bore, The Atheist is even more. I ain’t religious worth a damn; My views are reckoned to be broad; And yet I shut up like a clam When folks get figgerin’ on God; I’d hate […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Externalism. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Externalism The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last occasion that I met him: “Old chap, this world is more and more Becoming bourgeois, blasé, blousy: Thank God I’ve lived […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Externalism. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Externalism The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last occasion that I met him: “Old chap, this world is more and more Becoming bourgeois, blasé, blousy: Thank God I’ve lived […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The Complaint Of Ninathoma. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) The Complaint Of Ninathoma How long will ye round me be swelling, O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea? Not always in caves was my dwelling, Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree. Thro’ the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma In the […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The Complaint Of Ninathoma. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) The Complaint Of Ninathoma How long will ye round me be swelling, O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea? Not always in caves was my dwelling, Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree. Thro’ the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma In the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Duello. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Duello A Frenchman and an Englishman Resolved to fight a duel, And hit upon a savage plan, Because their hate was cruel. They each would fire a single shot In room of darkness pitchy, And who was killed and who was not […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Duello. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Duello A Frenchman and an Englishman Resolved to fight a duel, And hit upon a savage plan, Because their hate was cruel. They each would fire a single shot In room of darkness pitchy, And who was killed and who was not […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Carry On. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Carry On It’s easy to fight when everything’s right, And you’re mad with the thrill and the glory; It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It’s a different song when everything’s wrong, When you’re feeling […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Carry On. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Carry On It’s easy to fight when everything’s right, And you’re mad with the thrill and the glory; It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It’s a different song when everything’s wrong, When you’re feeling […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. At the Golden Pig. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) At the Golden Pig Where once with lads I scoffed my beer The landlord’s lass I’ve wed. Now I am lord and master here;– Thank God! the old man’s dead. I stand behind a blooming bar With belly like a tub, And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. At the Golden Pig. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) At the Golden Pig Where once with lads I scoffed my beer The landlord’s lass I’ve wed. Now I am lord and master here;– Thank God! the old man’s dead. I stand behind a blooming bar With belly like a tub, And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Rolling Stone. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Rolling Stone There’s sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, I’m fellow to the trees. My golden youth I’m squandering, Sun-libertine am I; A-wandering, a-wandering, Until the day I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Rolling Stone. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Rolling Stone There’s sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, I’m fellow to the trees. My golden youth I’m squandering, Sun-libertine am I; A-wandering, a-wandering, Until the day I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. To Frank Dodd. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) To Frank Dodd Since four decades you’ve been to me Both Guide and Friend, I fondly hope you’ll always be, Right to the end; And though my rhymes you rarely scan (Oh, small the blame!) I joy that on this Page I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. To Frank Dodd. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) To Frank Dodd Since four decades you’ve been to me Both Guide and Friend, I fondly hope you’ll always be, Right to the end; And though my rhymes you rarely scan (Oh, small the blame!) I joy that on this Page I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Three Bares. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Three Bares Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn’t get ’em clean And so she thought she’d soak ’em in a bucket o’ benzine. It worked all right. She wrung ’em out then wondered what she’d do With all […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Three Bares. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Three Bares Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn’t get ’em clean And so she thought she’d soak ’em in a bucket o’ benzine. It worked all right. She wrung ’em out then wondered what she’d do With all […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Record. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Record Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choice, I called her from her childish play, And made a record of her voice. And now that she is truly gone, I hear it sweet and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Record. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Record Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choice, I called her from her childish play, And made a record of her voice. And now that she is truly gone, I hear it sweet and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Parting. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Parting Sky’s a-waxin’ grey, Got to be a-goin’; Gittin’ on my way, Where? I ain’t a-knowin’. Fellers, no more jokes, Fun an’ frisky greetin’– So long, all you folks, Been nice our meetin’. Sky’s a-growin’ dark, Have to be a-startin’. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Parting. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Parting Sky’s a-waxin’ grey, Got to be a-goin’; Gittin’ on my way, Where? I ain’t a-knowin’. Fellers, no more jokes, Fun an’ frisky greetin’– So long, all you folks, Been nice our meetin’. Sky’s a-growin’ dark, Have to be a-startin’. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Mother (Your children grow from you apart). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Mother (Your children grow from you apart) Your children grow from you apart, Afar and still afar; And yet it should rejoice your heart To see how glad they are; In school and sport, in work and play, And last, in […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Mother (Your children grow from you apart). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Mother (Your children grow from you apart) Your children grow from you apart, Afar and still afar; And yet it should rejoice your heart To see how glad they are; In school and sport, in work and play, And last, in […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Judgement. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Judgement The Judge looked down, his face was grim, He scratched his ear; The gangster’s moll looked up at him With eyes of fear. She thought: ‘This guy in velvet gown, With balding pate, Who now on me is looking down, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Judgement. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Judgement The Judge looked down, his face was grim, He scratched his ear; The gangster’s moll looked up at him With eyes of fear. She thought: ‘This guy in velvet gown, With balding pate, Who now on me is looking down, […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. To Sara. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) To Sara One kiss, dear maid! I said and sighed, Your scorn the little boon denied. Ah why refuse the blameless bliss? Can danger lurk within a kiss? Yon viewless wand’rer of the vale, The spirit of the western gale, At […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. To Sara. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) To Sara One kiss, dear maid! I said and sighed, Your scorn the little boon denied. Ah why refuse the blameless bliss? Can danger lurk within a kiss? Yon viewless wand’rer of the vale, The spirit of the western gale, At […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. Infant Sorrow. Уильям Блейк. Песни опыта. Дитя-горе
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. Infant Sorrow My mother groaned, my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt; Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father’s hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought […]