English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Ye Wearie Wayfarer, hys Ballad in Eight Fyttes. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Ye Wearie Wayfarer, hys Ballad in Eight Fyttes Fytte I By Wood and Wold [A Preamble] “Beneath the greenwood bough.”—W. Scott. Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though laden with faint perfume, ‘Tis the fragrance rare that the […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Gone. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Gone In Collins-street standeth a statue tall— A statue tall on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great and small, Of the dust reclaimed from the sand waste lone. Weary and wasted, and worn and wan, Feeble and faint, and […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Podas Okus. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Podas Okus Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet? Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, ’tis in vain you fret; Drifting ever! drifting onward! In the glass the bright sand runs Steadily and slowly downward; Hushed are […]
English Poetry. Alfred Austin. Grata Juventas. Альфред Остин.
Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин) Grata Juventas She trembles when I touch The tips of scarce-grown fingers, Yet seems to think it overmuch If for a moment lingers Grasp that I hardly meant for such. She clutcheth toy or book, Or female hand beside her; Now with askant, […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Love’s Land. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Love’s Land Oh Love builds on the azure sea, And Love builds on the golden sand, And Love builds on the rose-winged cloud, And sometimes Love builds on the land! Oh if Love build on sparkling sea, And if Love build […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Said the Thistle-Down. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Said the Thistle-Down “If thou wilt hold my silver hair, O Lady sweet and bright; I’ll bring thee, maiden darling, where Thy lover is to-night. Lay down thy robe of cloth of gold– Gold, weigheth heavily, Thy necklace wound in jewell’d fold, […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. The Rose. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) The Rose The Rose was given to man for this: He, sudden seeing it in later years, Should swift remember Love’s first lingering kiss And Grief’s last lingering tears; Or, being blind, should feel its yearning soul Knit all its piercing perfume […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Farmer Downs Changes His Opinion of Nature. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Farmer Downs Changes His Opinion of Nature “No,” said old Farmer Downs to me, “I ain’t the facts denyin’, That all young folks in love must be, As birds must be a-flyin’. Don’t go agin sech facts, because I’m one as re-specks […]
English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. Canada to England. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.
Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) Canada to England GONE are the days, old Warrior of the Seas, When thine armed head, bent low to catch my voice, Caught but the plaintive sighings of my woods, And the wild roar of rock-dividing streams, And the loud bellow of […]
English Poetry. Alfred Austin. When I Am Gone. Альфред Остин.
Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин) When I Am Gone When I am gone, I pray you shed No tears upon the grassy bed Where that which you have loved is laid Under the wind-warped yew-tree’s shade. And let no sombre pomp prepare My unreturning journey there, Nor wailing words […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Quid Non Supremus, Amantes? Why is there in the least touch of her hands More grace than other women’s lips bestow, If love is but a slave in fleshly bands Of flesh to flesh, wherever love may go? Why choose vain […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Epigram. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Epigram Because I am idolatrous and have besought, With grievous supplication and consuming prayer, The admirable image that my dreams have wrought Out of her swan’s neck and her dark, abundant hair: The jealous gods, who brook no worship save their own, […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Soli Cantare Periti Arcades. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Soli Cantare Periti Arcades Oh, I would live in a dairy, And its Colin I would be, And many a rustic fairy Should churn the milk with me. Or the fields should be my pleasure, And my flocks should follow me, […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Vain Resolves. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Vain Resolves I said: “There is an end of my desire: Now have I sown, and I have harvested, And these are ashes of an ancient fire, Which, verily, shall not be quickened. Now will I take me to a place of […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Villanelle of Marguerite’s. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Villanelle of Marguerite’s “A little, passionately, not at all?” She casts the snowy petals on the air: And what care we how many petals fall! Nay, wherefore seek the seasons to forestall? It is but playing, and she will not care, […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Amor Umbratilis. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Amor Umbratilis A gift of Silence, sweet! Who may not ever hear: To lay down at your unobservant feet, Is all the gift I bear. I have no songs to sing, That you should heed or know: I have no lilies, […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. The Vagrant’s Romance. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) The Vagrant’s Romance (A Reincarnation Phantasy) This was the story never told By one who cared not for the world’s gold. One of the idle and wise, A beggar with unfathomable eyes. One who had nothing but dreams to give To […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. The Body to the Soul. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) The Body to the Soul You have dragged me on through the wild wood ways, You have given me toil and scanty rest, I have seen the light of ten thousand days Grow dim and sink and fade in the West. Once you […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Mother Night. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Mother Night Eternities before the first-born day, Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame, Calm Night, the everlasting and the same, A brooding mother over chaos lay. And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay, Shall run their fiery […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The White Witch. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) The White Witch O, brothers mine, take care! Take care! The great white witch rides out to-night, Trust not your prowess nor your strength; Your only safety lies in flight; For in her glance there is a snare, And in her smile […]
English Poetry. Alfred Austin. December Matins. Альфред Остин.
Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин) December Matins “Why, on this drear December morn, Dost thou, lone Misselthrush, rehearse thy chanting? The corals have been rifled from the thorn, The pastures lie undenizened and lorn, And everywhere around there seems a something wanting.” Whereat, as tho’ awondering at my wonder, […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Fragment. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Fragment The hand of Fate cannot be stayed, The course of Fate cannot be steered, By all the gods that man has made, Nor all the devils he has feared, Not by the prayers that might be prayed In all the temples […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Brothers. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Brothers See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye! No light is there; none, save the glint that shines In the now […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Pleasure! why thus desert the heart In its spring-tide? I could have seen her, I could part, And but have sigh’d! O’er every youthful charm to stray, To gaze, to touch…. Pleasure! why take so much away, Or […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Alice of Monmouth. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Alice of Monmouth I 1 Hendrick Van Ghelt of Monmouth shore, His fame still rings the county o’er! The stock that he raised, the stallion he rode, The fertile acres his farmers sowed; The dinners he gave; the yacht which […]
English Poetry. Richard Savage. A Poem, Sacred to the Glorious Memory of King George. Ричард Сэвидж.
Richard Savage (Ричард Сэвидж) A Poem, Sacred to the Glorious Memory of King George Let gaudy Mirth, to the blithe Carrol-song, In loose light-measur’d Numbers dance along; Thou, Muse no flow’ry Fancies here display, Nor warble with the chearful Lark thy Lay. In the dark Cypress Grove, or […]
English Poetry. Richard Savage. To the Memory of Mrs. Oldfield. Ричард Сэвидж.
Richard Savage (Ричард Сэвидж) To the Memory of Mrs. Oldfield Oldfield’s no more!—And can the Muse forbear, O’er Oldfield’s Grave to shed a grateful Tear? Shall she, the Glory of the British Stage, Pride of her Sex, and Wonder of the Age; Shall she, who living charm’d th’admiring […]
English Poetry. Richard Savage. The Bastard. Ричард Сэвидж.
Richard Savage (Ричард Сэвидж) The Bastard In gayer hours, when high my fancy ran, The Muse exulting, thus her lay began: ‘Blest be the Bastard’s birth! through wondrous ways, He shines eccentric like a comet’s blaze! No sickly fruit of faint compliance he! He! stamped in nature’s mint […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. The Looks of a Lover Enamoured. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) The Looks of a Lover Enamoured THOU, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft, And find therein great cause of deep delight, Thy face is fair, thy skin is smooth and soft, Thy lips are sweet, thine eyes are clear and bright, […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. Praise of the Fair Bridges, afterwards Lady Sandes, on Her Having a Scar in Her Forehead. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) Praise of the Fair Bridges, afterwards Lady Sandes, on Her Having a Scar in Her Forehead In court whoso demaundes What dame doth most excell; For my conceit I must needes say, Faire Bridges beares the bel. Upon whose lively cheeke, To prove […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. The Night Is Near Gone. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) The Night Is Near Gone HEY! now the day dawis; The jolly cock crawis; Now shroudis the shawis Thro’ Nature anon. The thissel-cock cryis On lovers wha lyis: Now skaillis the skyis; The nicht is neir gone. The fieldis ouerflowis With gowans that […]
English Poetry. John Newton. A Sick Soul. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) A Sick Soul Physician of my sin-sick soul, To thee I bring my case; My raging malady control, And heal me by thy grace. Pity the anguish I endure, See how I mourn and pine; For never can I hope a cure From […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. And If I Did, What Then?. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) * * * “And if I did, what then? Are you aggriev’d therefore? The sea hath fish for every man, And what would you have more?” Thus did my mistress once, Amaze my mind with doubt; And popp’d a question for the nonce To […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. Woodmanship. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) Woodmanship My worthy Lord, I pray you wonder not To see your woodman shoot so oft awry, Nor that he stands amazèd like a sot, And lets the harmless deer unhurt go by. Or if he strike a doe which is but carren, Laugh […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. The Oracle. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) The Oracle DOWN in its crystal hollow Gleams the ebon well of ink: In the deepest drop lies lurking The thought all men shall think. Fair on the waiting tablet Lies the empty paper’s space: Out of its snow shall flush […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Tempted. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Tempted YES, I know what you say. Since it cannot be soul to soul, Be it flesh to flesh, as it may; But is Earth the whole? Shall a man betray the Past For all Earth gives? “But the Past is […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Before Sunrise in Winter. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Before Sunrise in Winter A PURPLE cloud hangs half-way down; Sky, yellow gold below; The naked trees, beyond the town, Like masts against it show,— Bare masts and spars of our earth-ship, With shining snow-sails furled; And through the sea of […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Living. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Living TO-DAY, “I thought, I will not plan nor strive; Idle as yon blue sky, or clouds that go Like loitering ships, with sails as white as snow, I simply will be glad to be alive.” For, year by year, in […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. One Touch of Nature. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) One Touch of Nature CRUEL and wild the battle: Great horses plunged and reared, And through dust-cloud and smoke-cloud, Blood-red with sunset’s angry flush, You heard the gun-shots rattle, And, ‘mid hoof-tramp and rush, The shrieks of women speared. For it […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. A Child and a Star. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) A Child and a Star THE star, so pure in saintly white, Deep in the solemn soul of night, With dreams of deathless beauty wed, And golden ways that seraphs tread: The child—so mere a thing of earth, So meek a flower […]