English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 44. If It Should Come to Be. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 44. If It Should Come to Be If it should come to be, This proof of you and me, This type and sign Of hours that smiled and shone, And yet seemed dead and gone As old-world wine: Of Them […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 36. I Gave My Heart to a Woman. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 36. I Gave My Heart to a Woman I gave my heart to a woman— I gave it her, branch and root. She bruised, she wrung, she tortured, She cast it under foot. Under her feet she cast it, She […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 30. Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 30. Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams, Still debating, still delay, And the world’s a ghost that gleams— Wavers—vanishes away! We must live while live we can; We should love while love we may. Dread in women, doubt in man . . […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 24. The Full Sea Rolls and Thunders. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 24. The Full Sea Rolls and Thunders The full sea rolls and thunders In glory and in glee. O, bury me not in the senseless earth But in the living sea! Ay, bury me where it surges A thousand miles […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 18. The Nightingale Has a Lyre of Gold. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 18. The Nightingale Has a Lyre of Gold The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark’s is a clarion-call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 15. There Is a Wheel Inside My Head. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 15. There Is a Wheel Inside My Head There is a wheel inside my head Of wantonness and wine, An old, cracked fiddle is begging without, But the wind with scents of the sea is fed, And the sun seems glad […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 32. O, Falmouth Is a Fine Town. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 32. O, Falmouth Is a Fine Town To D. H. O, Falmouth is a fine town with ships in the bay, And I wish from my heart it’s there I was to-day; I wish from my heart I was far […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 20. The Surges Gushed and Sounded. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 20. The Surges Gushed and Sounded The surges gushed and sounded, The blue was the blue of June, And low above the brightening east Floated a shred of moon. The woods were black and solemn, The night winds large and […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 39. The Past Was Goodly Once. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 39. The Past Was Goodly Once The Past was goodly once, and yet, when all is said, The best of it we know is that it’s done and dead. Dwindled and faded quite, perished beyond recall, Nothing is left at […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 26. In the Placid Summer Midnight. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 26. In the Placid Summer Midnight In the placid summer midnight, Under the drowsy sky, I seem to hear in the stillness The moths go glimmering by. One by one from the windows The lights have all been sped. Never […]
English Poetry. Alfred Austin. A Christmas Carol. Альфред Остин.
Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин) A Christmas Carol Hark! In the air, around, above, The Angelic Music soars and swells, And, in the Garden that I love, I hear the sound of Christmas Bells. From hamlet hollow, village height, The silvery Message seems to start, And, far away, […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. Bob Polter. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. Bob Polter Bob Polter was a navvy, and His hands were coarse, and dirty too, His homely face was rough and tanned, His time of life was thirty-two. He lived among a working clan (A wife he hadn’t […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. Thomson Green and Harriet Hale. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. Thomson Green and Harriet Hale (To be sung to the Air of “An ’Orrible Tale.”) Oh list to this incredible tale Of Thomson Green and Harriet Hale; Its truth in one remark you’ll sum— “Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. The Periwinkle Girl. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. The Periwinkle Girl I’ve often thought that headstrong youths Of decent education, Determine all-important truths, With strange precipitation. The ever-ready victims they, Of logical illusions, And in a self-assertive way They jump at strange conclusions. Now take […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. King Borria Bungalee Boo. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. King Borria Bungalee Boo King Borria Bungalee Boo Was a man-eating African swell; His sigh was a hullaballoo, His whisper a horrible yell— A horrible, horrible yell! Four subjects, and all of them male, To Borria doubled the […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. At a Pantomime. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. At a Pantomime BY A BILIOUS ONE An Actor sits in doubtful gloom, His stock-in-trade unfurled, In a damp funereal dressing-room In the Theatre Royal, World. He comes to town at Christmas-time, And braves its icy breath, […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. The Sensation Captain. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. The Sensation Captain No nobler captain ever trod Than Captain Parklebury Todd, So good—so wise—so brave, he! But still, as all his friends would own, He had one folly—one alone— This Captain in the Navy. I do not […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. The Ghost, the Gallant, the Gael, and the Goblin. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. The Ghost, the Gallant, the Gael, and the Goblin O’er unreclaimed suburban clays Some years ago were hobblin’ An elderly ghost of easy ways, And an influential goblin. The ghost was a sombre spectral shape, A fine old five-act […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 22. The Lover’s Lord and Master. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 22. The Lover’s Lord and Master I pray thee, dear, think not alone of me, But sometimes think of my great master, Love; His faithful slave he is so far above That for his sake I […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 21. The River. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 21. The River I know thou art not that brown mountain-side, Nor the pale mist that lies along the hills And with white joy the deepening valley fills; Nor yet the solemn river moving […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 20. “O Sweet Wild Roses That Bud and Blow”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 20. “O Sweet Wild Roses That Bud and Blow” O sweet wild roses that bud and blow Along the way that my Love may go; O moss-green rocks that touch her dress, And grass that her dear […]
English Poetry. Alfred Austin. A Question. Альфред Остин.
Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин) A Question Love, wilt thou love me still when wintry streak Steals on the tresses of autumnal brow; When the pale rose hath perished in my cheek, And those are wrinkles that are dimples now? Wilt thou, when this fond arm that here I […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 19. Thistle-Down. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 19. Thistle-Down Fly, thistle-down, fly From my lips to the lips that I love! Fly through the morning light, Flee through the shadowy night, Over the sea and the land, Quick as the lark Through twilight and […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 18. Song (The birds were singing, the skies were gay). Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 18. Song (The birds were singing, the skies were gay) The birds were singing, the skies were gay; I looked from the window on meadow and wood, On green, green grass that the sun made white; […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Upon Julia’s Recovery. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Upon Julia’s Recovery Droop, droop no more, or hang the head, Ye roses almost withered; Now strength, and newer purple get, Each here declining violet. O primroses! let this day be A resurrection unto ye; And to all flowers allied in blood, Or […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Newer Vainglory. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Newer Vainglory Two men went up to pray; and one gave thanks, Not with himself—aloud, With proclamation, calling on the ranks Of an attentive crowd. “Thank God, I clap not my own humble breast, But other ruffians’ backs, Imputing crime—such is my […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Crucifixion. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Crucifixion “A Paltry Sacrifice.” — PREFACE TO A PLAY Oh, man’s capacity For spiritual sorrow, corporal pain! Who has explored the deepmost of that sea, With heavy links of a far-fathoming chain? That melancholy lead, Let down in guilty and in […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. In Portugal, 1912. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) In Portugal, 1912 And will they cast the altars down, Scatter the chalice, crush the bread? In field, in village, and in town He hides an unregarded head; Waits in the corn-lands far and near, Bright in His sun, dark in His frost, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. At Sunset. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) At Sunset I sit at my cottage window, In the light of the sun’s last rays, And the hill-tops glow with splendor, And the west is all ablaze. My room is flooded with glory, My soul, with a wild delight, And my heart […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Climbing. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Climbing Who climbs the mountain does not always climb. The winding road slants downward many a time; Yet each descent is higher than the last. Has thy path fallen? That will soon be past. Beyond the curve the way leads up and on. […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Chosen. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Chosen They stood before the Angel at the gate; The Angel asked: ‘Why should you enter in?’ One said: ‘On earth my place was high and great;’ And one: ‘I warned my fellow-men from sin;’ Another: ‘I was teacher of the faith; […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy) All wantonly in hours of joy, I made a song of pain. Soon Grief drew near, and paused to hear, And sang the sad refrain, Again and yet again. Then recklessly in my despair, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Austin. Blanche. Альфред Остин.
Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин) Blanche Breeze! brisk breeze! that movest with the morn! Breeze! lithe breeze! that creepest through the corn! Breeze! O breeze! that fannest the forlorn! Oh linger by the lattice of sweet Blanche of mine! Breeze! coy breeze! that loiterest for noon! Breeze! true […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. But a Dream. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) But a Dream Was there a summer of sun and bloom, Of perfume and tropical scents like musk? Did some one come in the twilight’s gloom, And go when the fair moon lit the dusk With her soft pervading beam? No. it was […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Babyland. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Babyland Have you heard of the Valley of Babyland, The realm where the dear little darlings stay, Till the kind storks go, as all men know, And, oh, so tenderly bring them away? The paths are winding and past all finding, By all […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. At Set of Sun. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) At Set of Sun If we sit down at set of sun, And count the things that we have done, And counting, find One self-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him who heard, One glance, most kind, That fell like […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. At Fontainebleau. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) At Fontainebleau At Fontainebleau, I saw a little bed Fashioned of polished wood, with gold ornate, Ambition, hope, and sorrow, ay, and hate Once battled there, above a childish head, And there in vain, grief wept, and memory plead It was so small! […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Fauconshawe. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Fauconshawe [A Ballad] To fetch clear water out of the spring The little maid Margaret ran; From the stream to the castle’s western wing It was but a bowshot span; On the sedgy brink where the osiers cling Lay a dead […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. A Legend of Madrid. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) A Legend of Madrid [Translated from the Spanish] Francesca. Crush’d and throng’d are all the places In our amphitheatre, ‘Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her; Dost thou triumph, dark-brow’d Nina? Is my secret known to […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Borrow’d Plumes. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Borrow’d Plumes [A Preface and a Piracy] Prologue Of borrow’d plumes I take the sin, My extracts will apply To some few silly songs which in These pages scatter’d lie. The words are Edgar Allan Poe’s, As any man […]