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 […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Dreamer. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Сон
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Dreamer The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now how sweet, how doubly sweet to hold All gay and gleamy to the campfire blaze. The evening sky was sinister […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Dreamer. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Сон
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Dreamer The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now how sweet, how doubly sweet to hold All gay and gleamy to the campfire blaze. The evening sky was sinister […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Teddy Bear. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Teddy Bear O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes — do you wonder why You’ve slept such a long, long while? As you lay so still in the cupboard dim, And you heard […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Teddy Bear. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Teddy Bear O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes — do you wonder why You’ve slept such a long, long while? As you lay so still in the cupboard dim, And you heard […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Ripeness. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Ripeness With peace and rest And wisdom sage, Ripeness is best Of every age. With hands that fold In pensive prayer, For grave-yard mold Prepare. From fighting free With fear forgot, Let ripeness be, Before the rot. With heart of cheer […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Ripeness. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Ripeness With peace and rest And wisdom sage, Ripeness is best Of every age. With hands that fold In pensive prayer, For grave-yard mold Prepare. From fighting free With fear forgot, Let ripeness be, Before the rot. With heart of cheer […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Quatrains. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Quatrains One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies with thee — the choice is thine, is thine, To hit the ties or drive thy auto-car. I answered Her: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Quatrains. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Quatrains One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies with thee — the choice is thine, is thine, To hit the ties or drive thy auto-car. I answered Her: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pantheist. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pantheist Lolling on a bank of thyme Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme… Though peoples perish in defeat, And races suffer to survive, The sunshine never was so sweet, So vast he joy to be alive; The laughing leaves, the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pantheist. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pantheist Lolling on a bank of thyme Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme… Though peoples perish in defeat, And races suffer to survive, The sunshine never was so sweet, So vast he joy to be alive; The laughing leaves, the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Neighbours. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Neighbours My neighbour has a field of wheat And I a rood of vine; And he will give me bread to eat, And I will give him wine. And so we are a jolly pair, Contentedly unwed, Singing with supper as we […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Husky Team. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Husky Team I met an ancient man who mushed With Peary to the Pole. Said I, “In all that land so hushed What most inspired your soul?” He looked at me with bleary eye, He scratched a hoary head: “You know […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Miss Mischievous. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Miss Mischievous Miss Don’t-do-this and Don’t-do-that Has such a sunny smile You cannot help but chuckle at Her cuteness and her guile. Her locks are silken floss of gold, Her eyes are pansy blue: Maybe of years to eighty old The best […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Mammy. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Mammy I often wonder how Life clicks because They don’t make women now Like Mammy was. When broods of two or three Content most men, How wonderful was she With children ten! Though sixty years have gone, As I look back, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Kings Must Die. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Kings Must Die Alphonso Rex who died in Rome Was quite a fistful as a kid; For when I visited his home, That gorgeous palace in Madrid, The grinning guide-chap showed me where He rode his bronco up the stair. That […]
English Poetry. John Keats. On a Dream. Джон Китс.
John Keats (Джон Китс) On a Dream As Hermes once took to his feathers light When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon’d and slept, So on a Delphic reed my idle spright So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’d, so bereft The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes, And, seeing it […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Jane. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Jane My daughter Jane makes dresses For beautiful Princesses; But though she’s plain is Jane, Of needlework she’s vain, And makes such pretty things For relatives of Kings. She reads the picture papers Where Royalties cut capers, And often says to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Include Me Out. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Include Me Out I grabbed the new Who’s Who to see My name; but it was not. Said I: “The form they posted me I filled and sent; so what?” I searched the essies,” dour with doubt… Darn! It was plain […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. His Boys. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) His Boys “I’m going, Billy, old fellow. Hist, lad! Don’t make any noise. There’s Boches to beat all creation, the pitch of a bomb away. I’ve fixed the note to your collar, you’ve got to get back to my Boys, You’ve got […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Gods in the Gutter. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Gods in the Gutter I dreamed I saw three demi-gods who in a cafe sat, And one was small and crapulous, and one was large and fat; And one was eaten up with vice and verminous at that. The first he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Finistere. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Finistere Hurrah! I’m off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere; My satchel’s swinging on my back, my staff is in my hand; I’ve twenty louis in my purse, I know the sun and sea are there, And so I’m starting out to-day […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Facility. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Facility So easy ’tis to make a rhyme, That did the world but know it, Your coachman might Parnassus climb, Your butler be a poet. Then, oh, how charming it would be If, when in haste hysteric You called the page, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dark Truth. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dark Truth Birds have no consciousness of doom: Yon thrush that serenades me daily From scented snow of hawthorn bloom Would not trill out his glee so gaily, Could he foretell his songful breath Would sadly soon be stilled in death. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bingo. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Бинго
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bingo The daughter of the village Maire Is very fresh and very fair, A dazzling eyeful; She throws upon me such a spell That though my love I dare not tell, My heart is sighful. She has the cutest brown caniche, The […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Artist. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Artist He gave a picture exhibition, Hiring a little empty shop. Above its window: FREE ADMISSION Cajoled the passers-by to stop; Just to admire; no need to purchase, Although his price might have been low: But no proud artist ever urges Potential […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Cabbage Patch. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Cabbage Patch Folk ask if I’m alive, Most think I’m not; Yet gaily I contrive To till my plot. The world its way can go, I little heed, So long as I can grow The grub I need. For though […]
English Poetry. John Keats. Dawlish Fair. Джон Китс.
John Keats (Джон Китс) Dawlish Fair Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish– Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale And gingerbread nuts are smallish. ————- Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill And kicked up her petticoats fairly; Says I I’ll […]
English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 7. Grousing. Артур Конан Дойль.
Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 7. Grousing “The army swore terribly in Flanders.” Uncle Toby. What do the soldiers say? “Dam! Dam! Dam! I don’t mind cold, I don’t mind heat, Over the top for a Sunday treat, With Fritz […]
English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 4. Haig Is Moving. August 1918. Артур Конан Дойль.
Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 4. Haig Is Moving. August 1918 Haig is moving! Three plain words are all that matter, Mid the gossip and the chatter, Hopes in speeches, fears in papers, Pessimistic froth and vapours— Haig is moving! Haig […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Looking Across. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Looking Across I It is dark in the sky, And silence is where Our laughs rang high; And recall do I That One is out there. II The dawn is not nigh, And the trees are bare, And the waterways […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Dolls. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Dolls ‘Whenever you dress me dolls, mammy, Why do you dress them so, And make them gallant soldiers, When never a one I know; And not as gentle ladies With frills and frocks and curls, As people dress the dollies Of other […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Prefers Her Earthly. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Prefers Her Earthly This after-sunset is a sight for seeing, Cliff-heads of craggy cloud surrounding it. – And dwell you in that glory-show? You may; for there are strange strange things in being, Stranger than I know. Yet if that chasm […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. During Wind and Rain. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) During Wind and Rain They sing their dearest songs – He, she, all of them – yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one to play; With the candles mooning each face… Ah, no; the years O! How the sick leaves reel […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Wind’s Prophecy. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Wind’s Prophecy I travel on by barren farms, And gulls glint out like silver flecks Against a cloud that speaks of wrecks, And bellies down with black alarms. I say: ‘Thus from my lady’s arms I go; those arms I love the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Five Students. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Five Students The sparrow dips in his wheel-rut bath, The sun grows passionate-eyed, And boils the dew to smoke by the paddock-path; As strenuously we stride, – Five of us; dark He, fair He, dark She, fair She, I, All beating by. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Ballet. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Ballet They crush together – a rustling heap of flesh – Of more than flesh, a heap of souls; and then They part, enmesh, And crush together again, Like the pink petals of a too sanguine rose Frightened shut just when it […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. His Apologies. Редьярд Киплинг. Его оправдания
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) His Apologies Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old. He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled. But Thou hast forgiven his ugliness, and settled him on Thy knee… Art Thou content with Thy Servant? He is very […]
English Poetry. John Keats. You Say You Love. Джон Китс.
John Keats (Джон Китс) * * * I You say you love ; but with a voice Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself While the chime-bell ringeth- O love me truly! II You say you love; but with a smile […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Non Nobis Domine! Written for «The Pageant of Parliament». Редьярд Киплинг. Non Nobis Domine! 1934
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Non Nobis Domine! Written for «The Pageant of Parliament» Non nobis Domine! — Not unto us, O Lord! The Praise or Glory be Of any deed or word; For in Thy Judgment lies To crown or bring to nought All knowledge or device That […]