English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Appreciated. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Appreciated “AH, could I but be understood!” (I prayed the powers above) “Could but some spirit, bright and good, Know me and, knowing, love!” One summer’s day there came to pass— A maid; and it befell She spied and knew me: […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Riches. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Riches Friend, you have wealth and power, Men go and come at your call, Yours are the whims of the hour— What have you done with it all? I am only a poet Fighting a bitter fight, Fate will not even grant […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Spirit of Poetry. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Spirit of Poetry All things are Hers. Concealed or manifest, Found or unfound, Her Spirit lives in each— Dumb till the Master-Soul its secret guessed And gave its silence speech. All things are Hers. She is the Crystal Queen Of all […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. In a Garden. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) In a Garden Girl, with the soft grey eyes, You to the flowers belong: From the perfume of a rose My heart shall weave you a song. I will colour its words with light, Like the sun on that straying tress. The […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. John Farrell. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) John Farrell The pen falls from his nerveless hand, The light is fading from his eyes, The brain that nobly served his land Darkens and dies. No, never dies! From hour to hour The burning thought is living still; Onward it speeds […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Dead Democrat. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Dead Democrat The roar and rush of life sweeps on; Still shines the sun as once it shone: Men reap and sow and live and toil And plan for power and scheme for spoil. What reeks the world in field or […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. “But the Greatest of These is Charity”. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) “But the Greatest of These is Charity” White faces turn to us again Sad eyes from out their veils of clay: Strength stricken low, and hopeless pain, Haunt us to-day. Their wild eyes burn across our sleep: They haunt us in the […]
English Poetry. John Newton. Weeping Mary. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) Weeping Mary Mary to her Saviour’s tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord, The loved, was gone. For awhile she weeping stood, Struck with sorrow and surprise; Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, For her heart supplied […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Adrift: A Brisbane River Reverie. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Adrift: A Brisbane River Reverie An amphitheatre of purple hills And emerald slopes where nestling villas gleam, Flooded with golden light that crowns and fills Height, vale, and stream. The clouds float motionless like isles of snow Set in the sapphire of […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Comparison. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Comparison I THINK, ofttimes, that lives of men may be Likened to wandering winds that come and go, Not knowing whence they rise, whither they blow O’er the vast globe, voiceful of grief or glee. Some lives are buoyant zephyrs sporting […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. O God! What Glorious Seasons Bless Thy World!. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) * * * O GOD! what glorious seasons bless thy world! See! the tranced winds are nestling on the deep, The guardian heavens unclouded vigil keep O’er the mute earth; the beach birds’ wings are furled Ghost-like and gray, where the dim […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Morning after Storm. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Morning after Storm ALL night the north wind blew; the harsh north rain Lashed like a spiteful whip at roof and sill. Now the pale morning lowers, bewildered, chill, Leaning her cheek against the misted pane, Like some worn outcast, sick […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Bachelor-Bookworm’s Complaint of the Late Presidential Election. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Bachelor-Bookworm’s Complaint of the Late Presidential Election A MAN of peace, I never dared to marry, Lover of tranquil hours, I dwelt apart; Outside the realm where noisy schemes miscarry; My only handmaids, Science, Learning, Art; Oh! home of pleasant thought, […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Phantom in the Clouds. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Phantom in the Clouds ALL day the blast, with furious ramp and roar, Sweeps the gaunt hill-tops, piles the vapors high, Thro’ infinite distance, up the tortured sky– Till to one nurtured on the ocean-shore, It seems–with eyes half-shut to hill […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Between the Sunken Sun and the New Moon. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) * * * BETWEEN the sunken sun and the new moon, I stood in fields through which a rivulet ran With scarce perceptible motion, not a span Of its smooth surface trembling to the tune Of sunset breezes: “O delicious boon,” I […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. The Soul-Conflict. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) The Soul-Conflict DEFEATED! but never disheartened! Repulsed! but unconquered in will, Upon dreary discomfitures building Her virtue’s strong battlements still, The soul, through the siege of temptations, Yields not unto fraud, nor to might, Unquelled by the rush of the passions, Serene […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. The Lion’s Skeleton. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) The Lion’s Skeleton HOW long, O lion, hast thou fleshless lain? What rapt thy fierce and thirsty eyes away? First came the vulture; worms, heat, wind, and rain Ensued, and ardors of the tropic day. I know not—if they spared it thee—how […]
English Poetry. Thomas Heywood. A Rose and a Nettle. Томас Хейвуд.
Thomas Heywood (Томас Хейвуд) A Rose and a Nettle WHAT atime herbs and weeds, and such things could talk, A man in his garden one day did walk, Spying a nettle green (as th’emeraude) spread In a bed of roses like the ruby red. Between which two […]
English Poetry. John Newton. Woman Of Canaan. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) Woman Of Canaan Prayer an answer will obtain, Though the Lord awhile delay; None shall seek his face in vain, None be empty sent away. When the woman came from Tyre, And for help to Jesus sought; Though he granted her desire, Yet […]
English Poetry. Thomas Heywood. The Message. Томас Хейвуд.
Thomas Heywood (Томас Хейвуд) The Message YE little birds that sit and sing Amidst the shady valleys, And see how Phillis sweetly walks Within her garden-alleys; Go, pretty birds, about her bower; Sing, pretty birds, she may not lower; Ah me! methinks I see her frown! Ye pretty […]
English Poetry. Thomas Heywood. Matin Song. Томас Хейвуд.
Thomas Heywood (Томас Хейвуд) Matin Song Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I’ll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. In the Storm. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) In the Storm With laughing eyes and storm-blown hair You came to my bedside; I thought your living soul was there, And that my dreams had lied; But ere my lips had power to speak A word of love to you, The moonlight […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Of My Poems. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Of My Poems There is no moral to my song, I praise no right, I blame no wrong: I tell of things that I have seen, I show the man that I have been As simply as a poet can Who knows himself poet […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Isn’t It Pleasant for the Little Birds. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) * * * Isn’t it pleasant for the little birds That rise up above, And be nestling together On the one branch, in love? Not so with myself And the darling of my heart– Every day rises upon us Far, far apart. She […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. A Song of Another. For Eoghan. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) A Song of Another. For Eoghan Often enough the leaves have fallen there Since life for her was changed to other care; Often enough the winds that swept the wave And mocked my woe, have moaned over her grave. I will return: Death […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Death. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Death Life is a boon – and death, as spirit and flesh are twain: The body is spoil of death, the spirit lives on death-free; The body dies and its wound dies and the mortal pain; The wounded spirit lives, wounded immortally. Thomas MacDonagh’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Admiral Death. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Admiral Death Boys, are ye calling a toast to-night? (Hear what the sea-wind saith) Fill for a bumper strong and bright, And here’s to Admiral Death! He’s sailed in a hundred builds o’ boat, He’s fought in a thousand kinds o’ coat, He’s the […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Laudabunt Alii. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Laudabunt Alii (After Horace) Let others praise, as fancy wills, Berlin beneath her trees, Or Rome upon her seven hills, Or Venice by her seas; Stamboul by double tides embraced, Or green Damascus in the waste. For me there’s nought I would […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Faust and Margaret. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Faust and Margaret “Devil,” he said, “Love’s Heaven— Shall man not therefor lose his soul?” * * * * * “God,” she whispered, “is Love Heaven? Is Heaven a place of dole?” (And so she gave his Heaven to the man […]
English Poetry. John Newton. At The Close Of The Year. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) At The Close Of The Year Let hearts and tongues unite, And loud thanksgivings raise: ‘Tis duty, mingled with delight, To sing the Saviour’s praise. To him we owe our breath, He took us from the womb, Which else had shut us up […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Little Dream-Brother. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Little Dream-Brother Little dream-brother that died When I was not a year out of heaven, I heard you when you tried To come to me yestereven. As I lay in bed Midway ‘twixt nothingness and waking, I heard the window shaking And the […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. In the Oculist’s Anteroom. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) In the Oculist’s Anteroom I Not to be able to see!… Almost as well not be. And that man in there in his single hand Holds all God’s light, Or just so much, you understand, As may be drunk in by another’s sight— […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Unspoken Word. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Unspoken Word THE MAN’S SIDE Two years I have lived in a dream And have dared not to end it— Owned wealth in a measure supreme And been fearful to spend it. You, woman of beauty and love In such noble […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. A Call to Action. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) A Call to Action I A thousand years have passed away, Cast back your glances on the scene, Compare this England of to-day With England as she once has been. Fast beat the pulse of living then: The hum of […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. What You Will. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) What You Will O come and see, it’s such a sight, So many boys all doing right: To see them underneath the yoke, Blindfolded by the elder folk, Move at a most impressive rate Along the way that is called straight. O, it […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. A Tale of Two Careers. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) A Tale of Two Careers I SUCCESS He does not dress as other men, His ‘kish’ is loud and gay, His ‘side’ is as the ‘side’ of ten Because his ‘barnes’ are grey. His head has swollen to a […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Rain. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) Rain When the rain is coming down, And all Court is still and bare, And the leaves fall wrinkled, brown, Through the kindly winter air, And in tattered flannels I ‘Sweat’ beneath a tearful sky, And the sky is dim and grey, And […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Lost. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) Lost Across my past imaginings Has dropped a blindness silent and slow. My eye is bent on other things Than those it once did see and know. I may not think on those dear lands (O far away and […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Star of the East. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Star of the East Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their way Where, angels singing to and fro, The Child of Bethlehem lay— Above that Syrian hill afar Thou shinest out to-night, O Star! Star of the East, […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Hymn. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Hymn (FROM THE GERMAN OF MARTIN LUTHER) O heart of mine! lift up thine eyes And see who in yon manger lies! Of perfect form, of face divine— It is the Christ-child, heart of mine! O dearest, holiest Christ-child, spread Within this […]