English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Consolation. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) Consolation Ah, many-voiced and angry! how the waves Beat turbulent with terrible uproar! Is there no rest from tossing, – no repose? Where shall we find a haven and a shore? What is secure from the land-dashing wave? There go our riches, […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Oath of the Canting Crew. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Клятва Бродяжной Братии
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Oath of the Canting Crew I, Crank-Cuffin, swear to be True to this fraternity; That I will in all obey Rule and order of the lay. Never blow the gab, or squeak; Never snitch to bum or beak; But religiously maintain Authority […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; ‘Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best,’ quoth he ‘Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Hymn of the Conspirators in the Gunpowder Plot. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Гимн участников Порохового Заговора
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Hymn of the Conspirators in the Gunpowder Plot I. The heretic and heathen, Lord, Consume with fire, cut down with sword; The spoilers from thy temples thrust, Their altars trample in the dust. II. False princes […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Oliver Whiddles!. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Вот Оливер выкатил!
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Oliver Whiddles! Oliver whiddles – the tattler old! Telling what best hud been left untold. Oliver ne’er was a friend of mine; All glims I hate that so brightly shine. Give me a night black as hell, and then […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Hymn to Saint Thecla. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Гимн Святой Текле
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Hymn to Saint Thecla In my trouble, in my anguish, In the depths of my despair, As in grief and pain I languish, Unto thee I raise my prayer. Sainted virgin! martyr’d maiden! Let thy countenance incline Upon one with […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Game of High Toby. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Встреча на большой дороге
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Game of High Toby 1. Now Oliver puts his black night-cap on, And every star its glim is hiding, And forth to the heath is the scampsman gone, His matchless cherry-black prancer riding; Merrily over the Common, […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Carrion Crow. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Ворона
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Carrion Crow The Carrion Crow is a sexton bold, He raketh the dead from out the mould; He delveth the ground like a miser old, Stealthily hiding his store of gold. Caw! Caw! The Carrion Crow hath a […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Marlbrook to the Wars is Coming…. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Мальбрук, что гром, грохочет…
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) * * * MARLBROOK to the wars is coming! I fancy I hear his drumming; ’Twill put an end to the mumming Of our priest-ridden Monarque! For the moment lie enters Flanders, He’ll scare all our brave commanders, […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. The Serenade of Ma-Han-Shan. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) The Serenade of Ma-Han-Shan China COME to the window now, beautiful Yu Ying! The new moon is rising, white as the shell of a pearl. Your honored father and brother And the guests are still at table, Tipping the golden bottles, […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. Summer and Autumn. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) Summer and Autumn THE hot mid-summer, the bright mid-summer Reigns in its glory now: The earth is scorched with a golden fire, There are berries, dead-ripe, on every brier, And fruits on every bough. But the autumn days, so sober and […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. The Mystery of Life. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) The Mystery of Life Life’s mystery – deep, restless as the ocean - Hath surged and wailed for ages to and fro; Earth’s generations watch its ceaseless motion, As in and out its hollow moanings flow. Shivering and yearning by that unknown sea, […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Knocking. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) Knocking ‘Behold, I stand at the door and knock.’ Knocking, knocking, ever knocking? Who is there? ‘T is a pilgrim, strange and kingly, Never such was seen before;- Ah, sweet soul, for such a wonder Undo the door. No,-that door is […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. Hidden Flame. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) Hidden Flame I FEED a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me: ‘Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it, That I had rather die than once remove it. Yet he, for […]
English Poetry. John Godfrey Saxe. Love and Lucre. Джон Годфри Сакс.
John Godfrey Saxe (Джон Годфри Сакс) Love and Lucre Love and Lucre met one day, In chill November weather, And so, to wile the time away, They held discourse together. Love at first was rather shy, As thinking there was danger In venturing so very nigh The […]
English Poetry. John Godfrey Saxe. Bereavement. Джон Годфри Сакс.
John Godfrey Saxe (Джон Годфри Сакс) Bereavement NAY, weep not, dearest, though the child be dead; He lives again in Heaven’s unclouded life, With other angels that have early fled From these dark scenes of sorrow, sin, and strife. Nay, weep not, dearest, though thy yearning love Would […]
English Poetry. John Godfrey Saxe. The Origin of Wine. Джон Годфри Сакс.
John Godfrey Saxe (Джон Годфри Сакс) The Origin of Wine A GERMAN LEGEND I Ye friends of good cheer, I pray you give ear; I sing of old Noah who planted the vine; But first, if you please, our thirst to appease, Let’s drink to his […]
English Poetry. John Suckling. A Ballad upon a Wedding. Джон Саклинг. Свадебная баллада
John Suckling (Джон Саклинг) A Ballad upon a Wedding I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, O, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair. […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. In the Harem. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) In the Harem THE scent of burning sandal-wood Perfumes the air in vain; A sweeter odor fills my sense, A fiercer fire my brain! O, press your burning lips to mine!– For mine will never part, Until my heart has rifled […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. The Grape Gatherer. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) The Grape Gatherer Italy WELL, I have met you cousin, Where not a soul can see: What do you want? “You love me?” You trifle, Sir, with me. You love that grape-girl yonder, The one against the wall: She climbs, and […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. Loneliness. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) Loneliness THESE autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown, The sward with shrivelled foliage strown, The shrubs and trees By weary wings of sunshine overflown And timid silences,– Since first you, darling, called my spirit yours, Seem happy, and the gladness pours From day […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. Be Still. The Hanging Gardens Were a Dream. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) * * * BE still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream That over Persian roses flew to kiss The curled lashes of Semiramis. Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream. Provence and Troubadour are merest lies. The glorious hair of Venice was a beam […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. Six O’Clock. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) Six O’Clock NOW burst above the city’s cold twilight The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks: For day is done. Along the frozen docks The workmen set their ragged shirts aright. Thro’ factory doors a stream of dingy light Follows the scrimmage as it quickly […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. Mt. Lykaion. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) Mt. Lykaion ALONE on Lykaion since man hath been Stand on the height two columns, where at rest Two eagles hewn of gold sit looking East Forever; and the sun goes down between. Far down the mountain’s oval green An order keeps the falling […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. A Song to a Fair Young Lady Going out of Town in the Spring. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) A Song to a Fair Young Lady Going out of Town in the Spring 1. Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flowers to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, And winter storms invert the year; Chloris is […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Thought in Two Moods. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Thought in Two Moods I saw it – pink and white – revealed Upon the white and green; The white and green was a daisied field, The pink and white Ethleen. And as I looked it seemed in kind That difference […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Old Furniture. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Old Furniture I know not how it may be with others Who sit amid relics of householdry That date from the days of their mothers’ mothers, But well I know how it is with me Continually. I see the hands of the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Royal Sponsors. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Royal Sponsors ‘The king and the queen will stand to the child; ’Twill be handed down in song; And it’s no more than their deserving, With my lord so faithful at Court so long, And so staunch and strong. ‘O never before […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Musical Box. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Musical Box Lifelong to be Seemed the fair colour of the time; That there was standing shadowed near A spirit who sang to the gentle chime Of the self-struck notes, I did not hear, I did not see. Thus did it […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Overlooking the River Stour. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Overlooking the River Stour The swallows flew in the curves of an eight Above the river-gleam In the wet June’s last beam: Like little crossbows animate The swallows flew in the curves of an eight Above the river-gleam. Planing up shavings of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Head above the Fog. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Head above the Fog Something do I see Above the fog that sheets the mead, A figure like to life indeed, Moving along with spectre-speed, Seen by none but me. O the vision keen! – Tripping along to me for love […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Will Davies and Dick Turpin. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Вилл Дэвис и Дик Тюрпин
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Will Davies and Dick Turpin Hodie mihi, crаs tibi. – SAINT AUGUSTIN. One night, when mounted on my mare, To Bagshot Heath I did repair, And saw Will Davies hanging there, Upon the gibbet bleak and bare, With a rustified, fustified, […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Scampsman. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о разбойнике
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Scampsman Quis verè rex? SENECA. There is not a king, should you search the world round, So blithe as the king of the road to be found; His pistol’s his sceptre, his saddle’s his throne, Whence he levies supplies, or […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Corpse Candle. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Блуждающий огонёк
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Corpse Candle Lambere flamma ταφος et circum funera pasci. Through the midnight gloom did a pale blue light To the churchyard mirk wing its lonesome flight: – Thrice it floated those old walls round – Thrice it paused – till […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Old Water-Drinker’s Grave. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Эпитафия на могилу старого водохлёба
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Old Water-Drinker’s Grave I. A stingy curmudgeon lies under the stone, Who ne’er had the heart to get mellow; — A base water-drinker! — I’m glad he is gone, We’re well rid of the frowsy old fellow. […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. An Autumn Mood. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) An Autumn Mood Pile the pyre, light the fire-there is fuel enough and to spare; You have fire enough and to spare with your madness and gladness; Burn the old year-it is dead, and dead, and done. There is something under the […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Rapparees. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о знаменитых ирландских разбойниках
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Rapparees Air “The Groves of the Pool” LET the Englishman boast of his Turpins and Sheppards, as cocks of the walk, His Mulsacks, and Cheneys, and Swiftnecks – it’s all botheration and talk; Compared with the robbers of […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. A Chapter of Highwaymen. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о знаменитых английских разбойниках
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) A Chapter of Highwaymen Of every rascal of every kind, The most notorious to my mind, Was the Cavalier Captain, gay JEMMY HIND! Which nobody can deny. But the pleasantest coxcomb among them all For lute, coranto, and madrigal, Was the […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Old Oak Coffin. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о дубовом гробе
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Old Oak Coffin Sic ego componi versus in ossa velim. – TIBULLUS. 1. In a churchyard, upon the sward, a coffin there was laid, And leaning stood, beside the wood, a sexton on his spade. A coffin […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Pledge of the Highwayman. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о воровских невестах
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Pledge of the Highwayman Come, fill up, a bumper to Eve’s fairest daughters, Who have lavished their smiles on the brave and the free; Toast the sweethearts of DUDLEY, HIND, WILMOT, and WATERS, Whate’er their attraction, whate’er their degree. Pledge! pledge […]