English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Concerning His Old Home. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Concerning His Old Home MOOD I I wish to see it never – That dismal place With cracks in its floor – I would forget it ever! MOOD II To see it once, that sad And memoried place – Yes, just once […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The War-Wife of Catknoll. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The War-Wife of Catknoll ‘What crowd is this in Catknoll Street, Now I am just come home? What crowd is this in my old street, That flings me such a glance? A stretcher – and corpse? A sobering sight To greet me, when […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Throwing a Tree. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Throwing a Tree New Forest The two executioners stalk along over the knolls, Bearing two axes with heavy heads shining and wide, And a long limp two-handled saw toothed for cutting great boles, And so they approach the proud tree that bears […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Whaler’s Wife. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Whaler’s Wife I never pass that inn ‘The Ring of Bells’ Without recalling what its signpost tells To recollection: A tale such as all houses yield, maybe, That ever have known of fealties, phantasy, Hate, or affection. He has come from […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Lodging-House Fuchsias. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Lodging-House Fuchsias Mrs Masters’s fuchsias hung Higher and broader, and brightly swung, Bell-like, more and more Over the narrow garden-path, Giving the passer a sprinkle-bath In the morning. She put up with their pushful ways, And made us tenderly lift their […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 37. The Origin of the Harp. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 37. Преданье об Арфе
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 37. The Origin of the Harp Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee Was a Siren of old, who sung under the sea; And who often, at eve, through the bright waters roved, To meet, on the […]
English Poetry. Walter Learned. In London Town. Уолтер Лирнед.
Walter Learned (Уолтер Лирнед) In London Town It is not here I best enjoy The pleasure, that can never cloy, Of idly roaming London town, Where such familiar names look down Upon the wanderer in the street, From Cheapside, Cornhill, and the Fleet. The noisy, pushing, bustling crowd, […]
English Poetry. Walter Learned. The Prime of Life. Уолтер Лирнед.
Walter Learned (Уолтер Лирнед) The Prime of Life Just as I thought I was growing old, Ready to sit in my easy chair, To watch the world with a heart grown cold, And smile at a folly I would not share, Rose came by with a smile […]
English Poetry. Walter Learned. Tomorrow. Уолтер Лирнед.
Walter Learned (Уолтер Лирнед) Tomorrow With half averted face she stood And answered to his questioning eyes, “‘Tis nothing. It is but my mood; ‘Tis not the day for sweet replies. “Perchance tomorrow” —Ah, who knows What fate may with tomorrow come? For aye some questioning eyes […]
English Poetry. Walter Learned. Growing Old. Уолтер Лирнед.
Walter Learned (Уолтер Лирнед) Growing Old Sweet sixteen is shy and cold, Calls me “sir,” and thinks me old; Hears in am embarrassed way All the compliments I pay; Finds my homage quite a bore, Will not smile on me, and more To her taste she finds […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. The Weaver. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) The Weaver I was the child that passed long hours away Chopping red beetroot in the hay-piled barn; Now must I spend the wind-blown April day Minding great looms and tying knots in yarn. Once long ago I tramped through rain and slush […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. Re-Incarnation. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) Re-Incarnation The darkness draws me, kindly angels weep Forlorn beyond receding rings of light, The torrents of the earth’s desires sweep My soul through twilight downward into night. Once more the light grows dim, the vision fades, Myself seems to myself a distant […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. The Eternal Rebel. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) The Eternal Rebel 1914 The phantoms flit before our dazzled eyes, Glory and honour, wrath and righteousness, The agèd phantoms in their bloodstained dress, Vultures that fill the world with ravenous cries, Swarming about the rock where, chained apart, In age-long pain […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Quest. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Quest A Knight rides forth upon a Quest, And his young Squire follows after; The Knight’s eyes dwell on a star’s white crest, And the Squire’s eyes dwell on laughter. “What of the Quest that claims our swords?” The young Squire asks […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Old Grey Queen. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Old Grey Queen The Princess looked from the old grey tower; She was a-weary of being there. She wore no crown but her own gold hair, And the old grey Queen had shut her there, She was so like a flower. “The […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Mysterious Forest. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Mysterious Forest I stood on the verge of the mysterious forest, Sunlight lay behind me on the meadows, But all the world of the mysterious forest Was a world of wraiths and shadows. The dim trees beckoned, beckoned with their branches, I […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. Those Evening Bells. Томас Мур. Вечерний звон
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) Those Evening Bells Those evening bells! Those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells of youth, and home and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are past away, And many a heart that then […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. King Laurin’s Garden. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) King Laurin’s Garden (A Styrian Peasant-Girl Dreams at her Wheel) King Laurin has a garden of roses Where warm sweet odours do idly flow Wave upon wave through the charmèd air … It is sin to wish for the garden of roses In […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Vagrant Songs. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Vagrant Songs I But yesterday the winds of March Bent back the barren branches of the larch … But O! to-day The bareness from the earth is swept away. Deep through my swelling breast I hear The wild call of the gipsy […]
English Poetry. George Canning. Sapphics. The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder. Джордж Каннинг. Сапфические строфы. Друг Человечества и Точильщик Ножей
George Canning (Джордж Каннинг) Sapphics. The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder FRIEND OF HUMANITY ‘Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road, your Wheel is out of order – Bleak blows the blast; – your hat has got a hole in’t, So […]
English Poetry. Walter Learned. Growing Old. Уолтер Лирнед.
Walter Learned (Уолтер Лирнед) Growing Old Sweet sixteen is shy and cold, Calls me “sir,” and thinks me old; Hears in am embarrassed way All the compliments I pay; Finds my homage quite a bore, Will not smile on me, and more To her taste she finds […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. The Weaver. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) The Weaver I was the child that passed long hours away Chopping red beetroot in the hay-piled barn; Now must I spend the wind-blown April day Minding great looms and tying knots in yarn. Once long ago I tramped through rain and slush […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. Re-Incarnation. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) Re-Incarnation The darkness draws me, kindly angels weep Forlorn beyond receding rings of light, The torrents of the earth’s desires sweep My soul through twilight downward into night. Once more the light grows dim, the vision fades, Myself seems to myself a distant […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. The Eternal Rebel. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) The Eternal Rebel 1914 The phantoms flit before our dazzled eyes, Glory and honour, wrath and righteousness, The agèd phantoms in their bloodstained dress, Vultures that fill the world with ravenous cries, Swarming about the rock where, chained apart, In age-long pain […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Quest. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Quest A Knight rides forth upon a Quest, And his young Squire follows after; The Knight’s eyes dwell on a star’s white crest, And the Squire’s eyes dwell on laughter. “What of the Quest that claims our swords?” The young Squire asks […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Old Grey Queen. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Old Grey Queen The Princess looked from the old grey tower; She was a-weary of being there. She wore no crown but her own gold hair, And the old grey Queen had shut her there, She was so like a flower. “The […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Mysterious Forest. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Mysterious Forest I stood on the verge of the mysterious forest, Sunlight lay behind me on the meadows, But all the world of the mysterious forest Was a world of wraiths and shadows. The dim trees beckoned, beckoned with their branches, I […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. Those Evening Bells. Томас Мур. Вечерний звон
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) Those Evening Bells Those evening bells! Those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells of youth, and home and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are past away, And many a heart that then […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. King Laurin’s Garden. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) King Laurin’s Garden (A Styrian Peasant-Girl Dreams at her Wheel) King Laurin has a garden of roses Where warm sweet odours do idly flow Wave upon wave through the charmèd air … It is sin to wish for the garden of roses In […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Vagrant Songs. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Vagrant Songs I But yesterday the winds of March Bent back the barren branches of the larch … But O! to-day The bareness from the earth is swept away. Deep through my swelling breast I hear The wild call of the gipsy […]
English Poetry. George Canning. Sapphics. The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder. Джордж Каннинг. Сапфические строфы. Друг Человечества и Точильщик Ножей
George Canning (Джордж Каннинг) Sapphics. The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder FRIEND OF HUMANITY ‘Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road, your Wheel is out of order – Bleak blows the blast; – your hat has got a hole in’t, So […]
English Poetry. George Canning. Song by Rogero in “The Rovers”. Джордж Каннинг. Песня Роджеро из комической драмы «Пираты»
George Canning (Джордж Каннинг) Song by Rogero in “The Rovers” WHENE’ER with haggard eyes I view This Dungeon, that I’m rotting in, I think of those Companions true Who studied with me at the U— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen,— —NIVERSITY of Gottingen. […]
English Poetry. Erasmus Darwin. Steam Power. Эразм Дарвин. Пар
Erasmus Darwin (Эразм Дарвин) Steam Power SOON shall thy arm, UNCONQUER’D STEAM! afar Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car; Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear The flying-chariot through the fields of air. — Fair crews triumphant, leaning from above, Shall wave […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. At Eleusis. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) At Eleusis I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight, When early morning’s banners were unfurled. From high Olympus, gazing on the world, The ancient gods once saw it with delight. Sad Demeter had in a single night Removed her sombre garments! and mine […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Assistance. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Assistance Lean on no mortal, Love, and serve; (For service is love’s complement) But it was never God’s intent, Your spirit from its path should swerve, To gain another’s point of view. As well might Jupiter, or Mars Go seeking help from other […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Asleep. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Asleep “Come closer,” she said, “my sister, For I can not see your face. The day grows dim, and the shadows grim, Are gathering on apace. I am glad that the night is coming: I am weary, and want to rest. What! do […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. Weariness. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) Weariness Amid the glare of light and song And talk that knows not when to cease, The sullen voices of the throng, My weary soul cries out for peace, Peace and the quietness of death; The wash of waters deep and cool, […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. There Is No Age. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) There Is No Age There is no age, this darkness and decay Is by a radiant spirit cast aside, Young with the ageless youth that yesterday Bent to the yoke of flesh immortal pride. What though in time of thunder and black cloud […]
English Poetry. William Morris. Pomona. Уильям Моррис.
William Morris (Уильям Моррис) Pomona I am the ancient apple-queen, As once I was so am I now. For evermore a hope unseen, Betwixt the blossom and the bough. Ah, where’s the river’s hidden Gold! And where the windy grave of Troy? Yet come I as I […]
English Poetry. Eva Gore-Booth. The Anti-Suffragist. Эва Гор-Бут.
Eva Gore-Booth (Эва Гор-Бут) The Anti-Suffragist The princess in her world-old tower pined A prisoner, brazen-caged, without a gleam Of sunlight, or a windowful of wind; She lived but in a long lamp-lighted dream. They brought her forth at last when she was old; The sunlight on […]