English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Ride to the Lady. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Ride to the Lady “Now since mine even is come at last,— For I have been the sport of steel, And hot life ebbeth from me fast, And I in saddle roll and reel,— Come bind me, bind me on my […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Peter Stuyvesant’s New Year’s Call. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Peter Stuyvesant’s New Year’s Call 1 Jan. A. D. 1661 Where nowadays the Battery lies, New York had just begun, A new-born babe, to rub its eyes, In Sixteen Sixty-One. They christened it Nieuw Amsterdam, Those burghers grave and stately, And […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Gettysburg. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Gettysburg Wave, wave your glorious battle-flags, brave soldiers of the North, And from the field your arms have won to-day go proudly forth! For now, O comrades dear and leal,—from whom no ills could part, Through the long years of hopes and […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Abraham Lincoln. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Abraham Lincoln Assassinated Good Friday, 1865 “Forgive them, for they know not what they do!” He said, and so went shriven to his fate,— Unknowing went, that generous heart and true. Even while he spoke the slayer lay in […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Only a Dad. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Only a Dad Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the game, But glad in his heart that his own rejoice To see […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. He Made the Stars Also. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) He Made the Stars Also Vast hollow voids, beyond the utmost reach Of suns, their legions withering at His nod, Died into day hearing the voice of God; And seas new made, immense and furious, each Plunged and rolled forward, feeling for a beach; […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. The Ship. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) The Ship I LAY on Delos of the Cyclades At evening, on a cape of golden land; The blind Bard’s book was open in my hand, There where the Cyclops makes the Odyssey’s Calm pages tremble as Odysseus flees. Then, stately, like a […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. The Evening Comes. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) The Evening Comes The evening comes: the boatman lifts the net, Poles his canoe and leaves it on the shore; So low the stream he does not use the oar; The umber rocks rise like a parapet Up through the purple and the violet, […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. On My Songs. Уилфред Оуэн.
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) On My Songs Though unseen Poets, many and many a time, Have answered me as if they knew my woe, And it might seem have fashioned so their rime To be my own soul’s cry; easing the flow Of my dumb tears with language […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. The Black Portals. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) The Black Portals Spirit of mine that soon must venturous spread Through voids unknown thy feeble, fluttering plumes, Hast thou no fear to wing those endless glooms? No apprehension nor misgivings dread? Those realms unfathomed of the speechless dead, Which never gleam of eldest […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. The Mystery. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) The Mystery I NEVER know why ‘t is I love thee so: I do not think ‘t is that thine eyes for me Grow bright as sudden sunshine on the sea; Nor for thy rose-leaf lips, or breast of snow, Or voice […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. The Coup De Grace. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) The Coup De Grace IF I were very sure That all was over betwixt you and me— That, while this endless absence I endure With but one mood, one dream, one misery Of waiting, you were happier to be free,— Then […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Even There. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Even There A TROOP of babes in Summer-Land, At heaven’s gate—the children’s gate: One lifts the latch with rosy hand, Then turns and, dimpling, asks her mate,— “What was the last thing that you saw?” “I lay and watched the dawn […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. A Californian’s Dreams. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) A Californian’s Dreams A THUNDER-STORM of the olden days! The red sun’ sinks in a sleepy haze; The sultry twilight, close and still, Muffles the cricket’s drowsy trill. Then a round-topped cloud rolls up the west, Black to its smouldering, ashy crest, […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. A Memory. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) A Memory UPON the barren, lonely hill We sat to watch the sinking sun; Below, the land grew dim and still, Whose evening shadow had begun. Her finger parted the shut book,— At Aylmer’s Field the leaf was turned,— Round her meek […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Summer Night. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Summer Night FROM the warm garden in the summer night All faintest odors came: the tuberose white Glimmered in its dark bed, and many a bloom Invisibly breathed spices on the gloom. It stirred a trouble in the man’s dull heart, A […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. A Resting-Place. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) A Resting-Place A SEA of shade; with hollow heights above, Where floats the redwood’s airy roof away, Whose feathery lace the drowsy breezes move, And softly through the azure windows play. No nearer stir than yon white cloud astray, No closer sound […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Force. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Force THE stars know a secret They do not tell; And morn brings a message Hidden well. There’s a blush on the apple, A tint on the wing, And the bright wind whistles, And the pulses sting. Perish dark memories! […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Night and Peace. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Night and Peace NIGHT in the woods,—night: Peace, peace on the plain. The last red sunset beam Belts the tall beech with gold; The quiet kine are in the fold, And stilly flows the stream. Soon shall we see the stars again, […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Training. Уилфред Оуэн.
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Training Not this week nor this month dare I lie down In languour under lime trees or smooth smile. Love must not kiss my face pale that is brown. My lips, parting, shall drink space, mile by mile; Strong meats be all my […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Song of Life. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Song of Life Sing not of Rest For heart, or brain, or the strong soul’s emotion Beneath the shadow of Eternal peace! There is no rest in Nature or surcease Of Law, and Labour, in unceasing motion. Sing not of Rest! […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Hard Luck. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Hard Luck Ain’t no use as I can see In sittin’ underneath a tree An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad, An’ that your life is extry sad; Your life ain’t sadder than your neighbor’s Nor any harder are your labors; It […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Bachelor’s Soliloquy. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Bachelor’s Soliloquy To wed, or not to wed; that is the question; Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The bills and house rent of a wedded fortune, Or to say “nit” when she proposes, And by declining cut her. […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 48. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 48 I saw, sweet Licia, when the spider ran Within your house to weave a worthless web, You present were and feared her with your fan, So that amazéd speedily she fled. She in your house such sweet perfumes […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 3. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 3 The heavens beheld the beauty of my queen, And all amazed, to wonder thus began: “Why dotes not Jove, as erst we all have seen, And shapes himself like to a seemly man? Mean are the matches which […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 28. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 28 In time the strong and stately turrets fall, In time the rose and silver lilies die, In time the monarchs captive are and thrall, In time the sea and rivers are made dry; The hardest flint in time […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 46. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 46 If he be dead, in whom no heart remains, Or lifeless be in whom no life is found; If he do pine that never comfort gains, And be distressed that hath his deadly wound; Then must I die […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 35. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 35 Whenas I wish, fair Licia, for a kiss From those sweet lips where rose and lilies strive, Straight do mine eyes repine at such a bliss, And seek my lips thereof for to deprive; Whenas I seek to […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Song of Gracia. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Song of Gracia SPRING Across the street, across the grass, Across my life I watch her pass. No pure star on a dusky height Hath eyes more bright, No lily on her emerald bed A statelier head, No dewdrop on […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Sword of Pain. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Sword of Pain The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play, The white walls of the ward are changed to grey, Down the long aisle of beds, with tender grace, Sleep smoothes the lines on many a weary face; Yet there […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. The End. Уилфред Оуэн. Конец
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) The End After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne, After the drums of time have rolled and ceased And from the bronze west long retreat is blown, Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. A Federal Song. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) A Federal Song IN the greyness of the dawning we have seen the pilot-star, In the whisper of the morning we have heard the years afar. Shall we sleep and let them be When they call to you and me? Can we […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Siesta. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Siesta If I lie at ease in the cradling trees, Till the day drops down in the golden seas, Till the light shall die from the warm, wide sky, And the cool night cover me—what care I? All as one when […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Leaf and Blade. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Leaf and Blade I AM a lowly grass-blade, A fair green leaf is she, Her little fluttering shadow Falls daily over me. She sits so high in sunshine, I am so low in shade, I do not think she ever Has […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. A Fancy. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) A Fancy I think I would not be A stately tree, Broad-boughed, with haughty crest that seeks the sky; Too many sorrows lie In years, too much of bitter for the sweet. Frost-bite, and blast, and heat, Blind drought, cool rains, must […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Fruitionless. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Fruitionless AH! little flower, upspringing, azure-eyed, The meadow-brook beside, Dropping delicious balms Into the tender palms Of lover-winds, that woo with light caress, In still contentedness, Living and blooming thy brief summer-day:— So, wiser far than I, That only dream and […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. The Mariposa Lily. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) The Mariposa Lily Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing, Poised upon slender tip, and quivering To flight! a flower of the fields of air; A jeweled moth; a butterfly, with rare And tender tints upon his downy wings, A moment resting in […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Storm in the Distance. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Storm in the Distance I SEE the cloud-born squadrons of the gale, Their lines of rain like glittering spears deprest (While all the affrighted land grows darkly pale), In flashing charge on earth’s half-shielded breast; Sounds like the rush of […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Character. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Character YES, madame, I know you better, far better than those can know Whose plummet of judgment never is dropped to the depths below; Whose test is a surface-seeming, the glitter of lights that gleam With a moment’s rainbow lustre […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. In Harbor. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) In Harbor I THINK it is over, over, I think it is over at last, Voices of foeman and lover, The sweet and the bitter have passed: Life, like a tempest of ocean Hath outblown its ultimate blast; There’s but a faint […]