English Poetry. William Shenstone. Economy, A Rhapsody, Addressed to Young Poets. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Economy, A Rhapsody, Addressed to Young Poets Insanis; omnes gelidis quaecunqne lacernis Sunt tibi, Nasones Virgiliosque vides. ~Mart. Imitation. ——Thou know’st not what thou say’st; In garments that scarce fence them from the cold Our Ovids and our Virgils you behold. Part first. […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Charms of Precedence. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Charms of Precedence A Tale “Sir, will you please to walk before?”— “No, pray, Sir—you are next the door.”— “Upon mine honour, I’ll not stir.”— “Sir, I’m at home; consider, Sir”— “Excuse me, Sir; I’ll not go first.”— “Well, if I must be […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Epilogue – To the Tragedy of Cleone. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Epilogue – To the Tragedy of Cleone Well, Ladies—so much for the tragic style— And now the custom is to make you smile. To make us smile!—methinks I hear you say— Why, who can help it, at so strange a play? The captain gone […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. On Miss M–‘s’s Dancing. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) On Miss M–‘s’s Dancing Of all that gives politeness birth, Of all that claims to please, In motion, manners, or in mirth, The surest source is ease. With silent step, and graceful air, See gentle Sylvia move; Whilst heedless gazers, unaware, Resign their […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. My Friend. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) My Friend I had a friend who battled for the truth With stubborn heart and obstinate despair, Till all his beauty left him, and his youth, And there were few to love him anywhere. Then would he wander out among the graves, […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Lincoln. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Lincoln The hour was on us; where the man? The fateful sands unfaltering ran, And up the way of tears He came into the years. Our pastoral captain. Forth he came, As one that answers to his name; Nor dreamed how […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Every One to His Own Way. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Every One to His Own Way OAK leaves are big as the mouse’s ear, So, farmer, go plant. But the frost— Beware! the witch o’ the year, See that her palm be crossed. The bee is abroad, and the ant; Spider […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Somewhere. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Somewhere THE WEASEL thieves in silver suit, The rabbit runs in gray; And Pan takes up his frosty flute To pipe the cold away. The flocks are folded, boughs are bare, The salmon take the sea; And O my fair, […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Wherever a Green Blade Looks up. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) * * * Wherever a green blade looks up, A leaf lisps mystery, Whereso a blossom holds its cup A mist rings land or sea, Wherever voice doth utter sound Or silence make her round— There worship; it is holy ground. John […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Music. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Music Take of the maiden’s and the mother’s sigh, Of childhood’s dream, and hope that age doth bless, Of roses and the south wind’s tenderness, Of fir-tree’s shadow, tint of sunset sky, Of moon on meadow where the stream runs by, Of […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. The Happiest Heart. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) The Happiest Heart Who drives the horses of the sun Shall lord it but a day; Better the lowly deed were done, And kept the humble way. The rust will find the sword of fame, The dust will hide the crown; […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Coyote. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Coyote A dim lithe shape moves over the mesa, Roves with the night wind up and down; The light-foot ghost, the wild dog of the shadow, Howls on the level beyond the town. Cry, cry, Coyote! No fellow has he, with […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Evening. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Evening BY A TAILOR DAY hath put on his jacket, and around His burning bosom buttoned it with stars. Here will I lay me on the velvet grass, That is like padding to earth’s meagre ribs, And hold communion with the […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Daily Trials. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Daily Trials BY A SENSITIVE MAN OH, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the sexton’s ear His own dull chimes. Ding dong! ding dong! The world is in […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Reflections of a Proud Pedestrian. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Reflections of a Proud Pedestrian I SAW the curl of his waving lash, And the glance of his knowing eye, And I knew that he thought he was cutting a dash, As his steed went thundering by. And he may ride […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. At Toledo. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) At Toledo The little stones chuckle against the fields: ‘We are so small: God will not think of us; We are so old already, we have seen So many generations blunt their ploughs, Tilling the fields we lie in; and we dream […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. My Aunt. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) My Aunt MY aunt! my dear unmarried aunt! Long years have o’er her flown; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone; I know it hurts her,—though she looks As cheerful as she can; Her waist is ampler […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Dilemma. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Dilemma Now, by the blessed Paphian queen, Who heaves the breast of sweet sixteen; By every name I cut on bark Before my morning star grew dark; By Hymen’s torch, by Cupid’s dart, By all that thrills the beating heart; The […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Cambridge Churchyard. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Cambridge Churchyard OUR ancient church! its lowly tower, Beneath the loftier spire, Is shadowed when the sunset hour Clothes the tall shaft in fire; It sinks beyond the distant eye Long ere the glittering vane, High wheeling in the western sky, […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Parting Gift. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Parting Gift I cannot give you the Metropolitan Tower; I cannot give you heaven; Nor the nine Visigoth crowns in the Cluny Museum; Nor happiness, even. But I can give you a very small purse Made out of field-mouse skin, With a painted picture […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water – On Turning Latin into English. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water – On Turning Latin into English Alembics turn to stranger things Strange things, but never while we live Shall magic turn this bronze that sings To singing water in a sieve. The trumpets of Cæsar’s guard Salute his […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Address to My Soul. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Address to My Soul My soul, be not disturbed By planetary war; Remain securely orbed In this contracted star. Fear not, pathetic flame; Your sustenance is doubt: Glassed in translucent dream They cannot stuff you out. Wear water, or a mask Of […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Song. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Song It is my thoughts that colour My soul which slips between; Thoughts lunar and solar And gold and sea-green Tint the pure translucence Of the crystal thread; A rainbow nuisance It runs through my head. When I am dead, or sleeping […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. ‘Mid the Piteous Heaps of Dead. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) * * * ‘MID the piteous heaps of dead Goes one weary golden head Tossing ever to and fro, Calling loud and calling low. Mother, mother, step so light, Mother, lay your fingers white On my forehead like a dew ! Mother, mother, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Meetings. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Meetings As up and down I fare by road and street The mothers of our men-at-arms I meet Who die for mine and me, That we go safe and free, Sit in the sun, sleep soft and find life sweet. I have two […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Convent Garden. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Convent Garden The Convent garden lies so near The road the people go, If it was quiet you might hear The nuns’ talk, merry and low. Black London trees have made their screen From folk who pry and peer, The sooty sparrows […]
English Poetry. Philip Sidney. Sonnet 1. Loving In Truth. Филип Сидни. Сонет 1. Пыл искренней любви
Philip Sidney (Филип Сидни) Sonnet 1. Loving In Truth Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain: Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Autumnal. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Autumnal THE Autumn leaves are dying quietly, Scarlet and orange, underfoot they lie; They had their youth and prime And now’s the dying time; Alas, alas, the young, the beloved, must die! They are dying like the leaves of Autumn fast, Scattered and […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Charms of Precedence. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Charms of Precedence A Tale “Sir, will you please to walk before?”— “No, pray, Sir—you are next the door.”— “Upon mine honour, I’ll not stir.”— “Sir, I’m at home; consider, Sir”— “Excuse me, Sir; I’ll not go first.”— “Well, if I must be […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Epilogue – To the Tragedy of Cleone. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Epilogue – To the Tragedy of Cleone Well, Ladies—so much for the tragic style— And now the custom is to make you smile. To make us smile!—methinks I hear you say— Why, who can help it, at so strange a play? The captain gone […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. On Miss M–‘s’s Dancing. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) On Miss M–‘s’s Dancing Of all that gives politeness birth, Of all that claims to please, In motion, manners, or in mirth, The surest source is ease. With silent step, and graceful air, See gentle Sylvia move; Whilst heedless gazers, unaware, Resign their […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. My Friend. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) My Friend I had a friend who battled for the truth With stubborn heart and obstinate despair, Till all his beauty left him, and his youth, And there were few to love him anywhere. Then would he wander out among the graves, […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Lincoln. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Lincoln The hour was on us; where the man? The fateful sands unfaltering ran, And up the way of tears He came into the years. Our pastoral captain. Forth he came, As one that answers to his name; Nor dreamed how […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Every One to His Own Way. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Every One to His Own Way OAK leaves are big as the mouse’s ear, So, farmer, go plant. But the frost— Beware! the witch o’ the year, See that her palm be crossed. The bee is abroad, and the ant; Spider […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Somewhere. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Somewhere THE WEASEL thieves in silver suit, The rabbit runs in gray; And Pan takes up his frosty flute To pipe the cold away. The flocks are folded, boughs are bare, The salmon take the sea; And O my fair, […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Wherever a Green Blade Looks up. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) * * * Wherever a green blade looks up, A leaf lisps mystery, Whereso a blossom holds its cup A mist rings land or sea, Wherever voice doth utter sound Or silence make her round— There worship; it is holy ground. John […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Music. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Music Take of the maiden’s and the mother’s sigh, Of childhood’s dream, and hope that age doth bless, Of roses and the south wind’s tenderness, Of fir-tree’s shadow, tint of sunset sky, Of moon on meadow where the stream runs by, Of […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. The Happiest Heart. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) The Happiest Heart Who drives the horses of the sun Shall lord it but a day; Better the lowly deed were done, And kept the humble way. The rust will find the sword of fame, The dust will hide the crown; […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Coyote. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Coyote A dim lithe shape moves over the mesa, Roves with the night wind up and down; The light-foot ghost, the wild dog of the shadow, Howls on the level beyond the town. Cry, cry, Coyote! No fellow has he, with […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Evening. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Evening BY A TAILOR DAY hath put on his jacket, and around His burning bosom buttoned it with stars. Here will I lay me on the velvet grass, That is like padding to earth’s meagre ribs, And hold communion with the […]