English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Poplars at Night. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Poplars at Night There are no trees so eloquent with wind As poplars in the moon-mist of the dusk When like a spirit that has slipt the husk Among their heavenly crests its breath is thinned. Their talk is of such high strange […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Happy Shepherd. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Happy Shepherd (Old Love-Lilt) Hither when I see to stray Her pink dress With her flock round it prest As she were a rose in snow: Then my heart within my breast Like a lamb to and fro On a hill of […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 6. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 6 Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all. Dark matrix she, from which the human soul Has its last birth; whence, with its misty thews, Close-knitted in her blackness, issues out, Strong for immortal […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Dance-Ring. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Dance-Ring It was the middle of the spring I saw three girls dance in a ring. One was golden as the day, Around her neck bright tresses lay. One as hazel-nuts was brown And to her feet her hair fell down. […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Fogbound. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Fogbound Out of the fog-banks dank and yellow, As I groped like a soul alone, The shadow lurched of a drunken fellow, Blasphemous, ragged, and then was gone. Swift the shape of a stranger-woman– Soft-shod maidenhood? draggled quean? Only I know it was […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. 440 B.C.. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) 440 B.C. (Friday, September 24th, 1909) More than my sons that day my fathers were mighty within me! Walking the Past alone nothing I found there unknown. Time like a whirlwind blew where I stood by the Tree of the Ages: Boughs […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Double Beauty. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Double Beauty Love of the light compels the lark to sing And brims his tiny body with a spark; The nightingale draws music from a spring Out of the bosom of the belovèd dark; But on man’s twofold nature God has breathed The double […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. In Love’s House. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) In Love’s House Love the God at last has unclouded his eyes…. “Newcomer, what are these things that you bear unto me?” “Songs, the flower and fruit of my wondering heart, All the creating I have to offer to you.” “Nothing may […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Dream-Songs for the Belovèd. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Dream-Songs for the Belovèd I. They said it was a lone land, a land of many sorrows, Grey weeping waters and a strip of golden sand, Loss and desolation and the washing out of footsteps That dare to treat the narrow golden peril […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. To My Mother. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) To My Mother Unuttered songs fly round my thoughts like birds, And aerially, above an earth of words, Imagined music on my spirit showers From azure-feathered throat and golden tongue. Most dear, of the many songs I cannot sing Yours is the bird […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Veneta Marina. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Veneta Marina The masts rise white to the stars, White on the night of the sky, Out of the water’s night, And the stars lean down to them white. Ah! how the stars seem nigh; How far away are the stars! […]
English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. The Wandering Jew’s Soliloquy. Перси Биши Шелли. Монолог Вечного Жида
Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли) The Wandering Jew’s Soliloquy Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells? Will not the lightning’s blast destroy my frame? Will not steel drink the blood-life […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Apollo in Pherae. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Apollo in Pherae Asklepios! dead son! Asklepios! I was a God. I am a God. I tend Admetos’ flocks upon the meek green earth, And sun-fires course in all the veins of me. I watch mild sheep a-browse in tame, sweet pastures Or […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 4. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 4 From his far wigwam sprang the strong North Wind And rush’d with war-cry down the steep ravines, And wrestl’d with the giants of the woods; And with his ice-club beat the swelling crests Of […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. The Helot. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) The Helot I. Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood; With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot herdsman stood. II. Quench’d the fierce Achean gaze, Dorian foemen paus’d before, Where […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 1. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part 1 Max plac’d a ring on little Katie’s hand, A silver ring that he had beaten out From that same sacred coin—first well-priz’d wage For boyish labour, kept thro’ many years. “See, Kate,” he said, […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. How Deacon Fry Bought a “Duchess”. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) How Deacon Fry Bought a “Duchess” It sorter skeer’d the neighbours round, For of all the ‘tarnal set thet clutches Their dollars firm, he wus the boss; An’ yet he went and byed a “Duchess.” I never will forget the day He […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Gisli: The Chieftain. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Gisli: The Chieftain To the Goddess Lada prayed Gisli, holding high his spear Bound with buds of spring, and laughed All his heart to Lada’s ear. Damp his yellow beard with mead, Loud the harps clang’d thro the day; With bruised […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Late Loved – Well Loved. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Late Loved – Well Loved He stood beside her in the dawn (And she his Dawn and she his Spring), From her bright palm she fed her fawn, Her swift eyes chased the swallow’s wing: Her restless lips, smile-haunted, cast Shrill silver […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. “My Ain Bonnie Lass O’ the Glen”. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) “My Ain Bonnie Lass O’ the Glen” Ae blink o’ the bonnie new mune, Ay tinted as sune as she’s seen, Wad licht me to Meg frae the toun, Tho’ mony the brae-side between: Ae fuff o’ the saftest o’ win’s, As […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Old Spookses’ Pass. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Old Spookses’ Pass I. WE’D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an’ Tom, an’ me. Right smart at throwin’ a lariat Was them two fellers, as ever I see; An’ for ridin’ a broncho, or argyin’ […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. An Interregnum. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) An Interregnum LOUD trumpets blow among the naked pines, Fine spun as sere-cloth rent from royal dead. Seen ghostly thro’ high-lifted vagrant drifts, Shrill blaring, but no longer loud to moons Like a brown maid of Egypt stands the Earth, Her empty […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. At Burgos. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) At Burgos Miraculous silver-work in stone Against the blue miraculous skies, The belfry towers and turrets rise Out of the arches that enthrone That airy wonder of the skies. Softly against the burning sun The great cathedral spreads its wings; High […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Bouche-Mignonne. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Bouche-Mignonne BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill, Past the vineyards shady, Where the sun shone on a rill Jewelled like a lady. Proud the stream with lily-bud, Gay with glancing swallow; Swift its trillion-footed flood Winding ways to follow; Coy and […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. The Canoe. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) The Canoe My masters twain made me a bed Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar; Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder Of dreams of rest; and me they spread With furry skins, and laughing said, “Now she shall lay her polish’d sides, […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. The Buoy-Bell. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) The Buoy-Bell HOW like the leper, with his own sad cry Enforcing its own solitude, it tolls! That lonely bell set in the rushing shoals, To warn us from the place of jeopardy! O friend of man! sore vexed by Ocean’s power, […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. Our Mary and the Child Mummy. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) Our Mary and the Child Mummy WHEN the four quarters of the globe shall rise,— Men, women, children, at the judgment-time,— Perchance this Memphian girl, dead ere her prime, Shall drop her mask, and with dark, new-born eyes Salute our English Mary, […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. Her First-Born. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) Her First-Born IT was her first sweet child, her heart’s delight; And though we all foresaw his early doom, We kept the fearful secret out of sight; We saw the canker, but she kissed the bloom. And yet it might not be: […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Rouge et Noir. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Rouge et Noir Soul, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all. Angels’ breathless ballot Lingers to record thee; Imps in eager caucus Raffle for my soul. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson’s other […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Our Share of Night to Bear. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * Our share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way. Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards […]
English Poetry. Thomas Heywood. The Woodcock and the Daw. Томас Хейвуд.
Thomas Heywood (Томас Хейвуд) The Woodcock and the Daw A WOODCOCK and a Daw sat upon a plain, Both showed comparison each other to disdain. “Back!” (quoth the Woodcock). “Straw for thee!” (quoth the Daw); “Shall woodcocks keep daws now in dreadful awe?” “None awe,” (quoth the Woodcock), […]
English Poetry. Thomas Heywood. Shepherd’s Song. Томас Хейвуд.
Thomas Heywood (Томас Хейвуд) Shepherd’s Song We that have known no greater state Than this we live in, praise our fate; For courtly silks in cares are spent, When country’s russet breeds content. The power of sceptres we admire, But sheep-hooks for our use desire. Simple and low […]
English Poetry. Thomas Heywood. Psyche. Томас Хейвуд.
Thomas Heywood (Томас Хейвуд) Psyche But Psyche lives, and on her breath attend Delights that far surmount all earthly joy; Music, sweet voices, and ambrosian fare; Winds, and the light-winged creatures of the air; Clear channeled rivers, springs, and flowery meads, Are proud when Psyche wantons on their […]
English Poetry. Coventry Patmore. Night And Sleep. Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор).
Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор)) Night And Sleep How strange at night to wake And watch, while others sleep, Till sight and hearing ache For objects that may keep The awful inner sense Unroused, lest it should mark The life that haunts the emptiness And horror of the […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Glee. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Glee Roseate colours on heaven’s high arch Are beginning to mix with the blue and the gray, Sol now commences his wonderful march, And the forests’ wing’d denizens sing from the spray. Gaily the rose Is seen to unclose Each of her […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Youthful Maidens. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Youthful Maidens Love, with rosy fetter, Held us firmly bound; Pure unmix’d enjoyment Grateful here we found. Bosom, bosom meeting, ‘Gainst our youths we press’d; Bright the moon arose, then, Glad to see us blest. Denmark’s honour beckon’d, Loud the canon […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. King Raedwald. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) King Raedwald Will you hear now the speech of King Raedwald,—heathen Raedwald, the simple yet wise? He, the ruler of North-folk and South-folk, a man open-browed as the skies, Held the eyes of the eager Italians with his blue, bold, Englishman’s eyes. […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Departed Friends. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Departed Friends The dead friends live and always will; Their presence hovers round us still. It seems to me they come to share Each joy or sorrow that we bear. Among the living I can feel The sweet departed spirits steal, And […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Few. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Few The easy roads are crowded And the level roads are jammed; The pleasant little rivers With the drifting folks are crammed. But off yonder where it’s rocky, Where you get a better view, You will find the ranks are thinning […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Vacation Time. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Vacation Time Vacation time! How glad it seemed When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun That I should claim when toil was done; And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye Went wandering with the […]