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. Katharine Tynan. Unhousel’d, Unanointed, Unanel’d. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Unhousel’d, Unanointed, Unanel’d When these men must go alone Sans an absolution, When their sins are heavy as lead, Thou Thyself will lift the head ; Thou, High Priest, wilt whisper low, Te Absolvo! ere they go. When there is no sacrifice, Bread […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Indian Summer. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Indian Summer This is the sign! This flooding splendour, golden and hyaline, This sun a golden sea on hill and plain, – That God forgets not, that He walks with men. His smile is on the mountain and the pool And all the fairy […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Lament. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Lament CLOUDS is under clouds and rain For there will not come again Two, the beloved sire and son Whom all gifts were rained upon. Kindness is all done, alas, Courtesy and grace must pass, Beauty, wit and charm lie dead, Love […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Emptiness. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Emptiness Where there is nothing God comes in: The Very God has room enough In the poor heart that’s stripped so clean Of earth and all the joys thereof. I looked for shadow and the night When Death had taken her Love away, […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Poetry. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Poetry To me the world’s an open book Of sweet and pleasant poetry; I read it in the running brook That sings its way toward the sea. It whispers in the leaves of trees, The swelling grain, the waving grass, And in […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. The Ballad of the Little Black Hound. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) The Ballad of the Little Black Hound Who knocks at the Geraldine’s door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the shrieking wind Comes the moan of a creature’s pain. And once they knocked, yet […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. The Priest’s Brother. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) The Priest’s Brother Thrice in the night the priest arose From broken sleep to kneel and pray. “Hush, poor ghost, till the red cock crows, And I a Mass for your soul may say.” Thrice he went to the chamber cold, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Dreamer of Dreams. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Dreamer of Dreams He lived beyond men, and so stood Admitted to the brotherhood Of beauty:—dreams, with which he trod Companioned like some sylvan god. And oft men wondered, when his thought Made all their knowledge seem as naught, If he, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The Man Hunt. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The Man Hunt THE woods stretch wild to the mountain side, And the brush is deep where a man may hide, They have brought the bloodhounds up again To the roadside rock where they found the slain. […]
English Poetry. Philip Sidney. Sonnet 31. With How Sad Steps, O Moon. Филип Сидни. Сонет 31. О Месяц, как бесшумен твой восход!
Philip Sidney (Филип Сидни) Sonnet 31. With How Sad Steps, O Moon With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! May it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? Sure, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. After Rain. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) After Rain Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again, With all the star-white Hours in her train, Laughs out of pearl-lights through a golden ray, That, leaning on the woodland wildness, blends A sprinkled amber with the showers that lay Their oblong emeralds on […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Enchantment. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Enchantment The deep seclusion of this forest path, - O’er which the green boughs weave a canopy; Along which bluet and anemone Spread dim a carpet; where the Twilight hath Her cool abode; and, sweet as aftermath, Wood-fragrance roams, – has so […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Below the Sunset’s Range of Rose. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) * * * Below the sunset’s range of rose, Below the heaven’s deepening blue, Down woodways where the balsam blows, And milkweed tufts hang, gray with dew, A Jersey heifer stops and lows— The cows come home by one, by two. […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Last Word. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Last Word OH, for some cup of consummating might, Filled with life’s kind conclusion, lost in night! A wine of darkness, that with death shall cure This sickness called existence! —Oh to find Surcease of sorrow! quiet for the mind, An […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The Battle. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The Battle BLACK clouds hung low and heavy, Above the sunset glare; And in the garden dimly We wandered here and there. So full of strife, of trouble The night was dark, afraid, Like our own love, so merely For tears and […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. The Secret. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) The Secret Some things that fly there be, — Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be, — Grief, hills, eternity: Nor this behooveth me. There are, that resting, rise. Can I expound the skies? […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Exclusion. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Exclusion The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I’ve known her from an […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. I Asked No Other Thing. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * I asked no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled. Brazil? He twirled a button, Without a glance my way: “But, madam, is there nothing else That we can show to-day?” […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. The Heart Asks Pleasure First. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die. […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * A wounded deer leaps highest, I’ve heard the hunter tell; ‘T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs; A cheek is always redder Just […]
English Poetry. Philip Sidney. Sonnet 39. Come, Sleep!. Филип Сидни. Сонет 39. Приди, о Сон, забвение забот
Philip Sidney (Филип Сидни) Sonnet 39. Come, Sleep! Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Runic Verses. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Runic Verses O the force of Runic verses, O the mighty strength of song Cannot baffle all the curses Which to mortal state belong. Slaughter’d chiefs, that buried under Heaps of marble, long have lain, Song can rend your tomb asunder, […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. The Broken Harp. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) The Broken Harp O thou, who, ‘mid the forest trees, With thy harmonious trembling strain, Could’st change at once to soothing ease, My love-sick bosom’s cruel pain: Thou droop’st in dreary silence now, With shiver’d frame, and broken string, While here, unhelp’d, […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Sacrifice. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Sacrifice When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger’s not a feat. When he has more than he can spend It isn’t hard to give or lend. Who gives but what he’ll never miss Will never […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Loafing. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Loafing Under the shade of trees, Flat on my back at ease, Lulled by the hum of bees, There’s where I rest; Breathing the scented air, Lazily loafing there, Never a thought of care, Peace in my breast. There where the waters […]