English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Father, Father Abraham. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) * * * (On the Anniversary of Lincoln’s Birth) Father, Father Abraham, To-day look on us from above; On us, the offspring of thy faith, The children of thy Christ-like love. For that which we have humbly wrought, Give us […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The Black Mammy. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) The Black Mammy O whitened head entwined in turban gay, O kind black face, O crude, but tender hand, O foster-mother in whose arms there lay The race whose sons are masters of the land! It was thine arms that sheltered in […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. She I Love. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * She I love (alas in vain!) Floats before my slumbering eyes: When she comes she lulls my pain, When she goes what pangs arise! Thou whom love, whom memory flies, Gentle Sleep! prolong thy reign! If even thus she […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Treason’s Last Device. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Treason’s Last Device Sons of New England, in the fray, Do you hear the clamor behind your back? Do you hear the yelping of Blanche, and Tray, Sweetheart, and all the mongrel pack? Girded well with her ocean crags, Little […]
English Poetry. Joseph Warton. On Dr. Balguy Preaching a Sermon on the Text, “Wisdom Is Sorrow”. Джозеф Уортон. На доктора Бо́лги, который прочёл проповедь на тему «Во многой мудрости много печали»
Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) On Dr. Balguy Preaching a Sermon on the Text, “Wisdom Is Sorrow” If what you advance, my dear Doctor, be true, That wisdom is sorrow how wretched are you! Перевод на русский язык На доктора Бо́лги, который прочёл проповедь на тему «Во многой мудрости […]
English Poetry. Joseph Warton. Ode to Music. Джозеф Уортон. Ода Музыке
Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) Ode to Music Queen of every moving measure, Sweetest source of purest pleasure, Music; why thy powers employ Only for the sons of joy? Only for the smiling guests At natal or at nuptial feasts? Rather thy lenient […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Fertility. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Fertility CLEAR water on smooth rock Could give no foot-hold for a single flower, Or slenderest shaft of grain: The stone must crumble under storm and rain— The forests crash beneath the whirlwind’s power— And broken boughs from many a tempest-shock, And […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Sunday. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Sunday NOT a dread cavern, hoar with damp and mould, Where I must creep, and in the dark and cold, Offer some awful incense at a shrine That hath no more divine Than that ‘t is, far from life, and stern, and […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. On Second Thought. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) On Second Thought THE end’s so near, It is all one What track I steer, What work’s begun. It is all one If nothing’s done, The end’s so near! The end’s so near, It is all one What track thou steer, […]
English Poetry. William Morris. The Woodpecker. Уильям Моррис.
William Morris (Уильям Моррис) The Woodpecker I once a King and chief Now am the tree-bark’s thief, Ever ’twixt trunk and leaf Chasing the prey. William Morris’s other poems: The Son’s Sorrow All For The Cause The Flowering Orchard Pain And Time Strive Not The Voice Of Toil […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Roland. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Roland A FOOLISH creature full of fears, He trembled for his fate, And stood aghast to feel the earth Swing round her dizzy freight. With timid foot he touched each plan, Sure that each plan would fail; Behemoth’s tread was his, […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. The Dead President. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) The Dead President WERE there no crowns on earth, No evergreen to weave a hero’s wreath, That he must pass beyond the gates of death, Our hero, our slain hero, to be crowned? Could there on our unworthy earth be found Naught […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. A Paradox. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) A Paradox HASTE, haste, O laggard!—leave thy drowsy dreams; Cram all thy brain with knowledge—clutch and cram! The earth is wide, the universe is vast: Thou hast infinity to learn. Oh, haste! Haste not, haste not, my soul! “Infinity!” Thou hast […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. The Philosopher. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) The Philosopher HIS wheel of logic whirled and spun all day; All day he held his system, grinding it Finer and finer, till ‘t was fined away. But the chance sparks of sense and mother-wit, Flung out, as that wheel-logic spun […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Hermione. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Hermione I THE LOST MAGIC WHITE in her snowy stone, and cold, With azure veins and shining arms, Pygmalion doth his bride behold, Rapt on her pure and sculptured charms. Ah! in those half-divine old days Love still worked miracles […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Splendour and the Curse of Song. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Splendour and the Curse of Song Methought the unknown God we seek in vain Grew weary of the evil He had wrought— The piteous litanies of human pain— Till here and there some lonely souls He sought To bear the message […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Out of the Silence. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Out of the Silence Here in the silence cometh unto me A song that is not mine, With wash of waves along the cold shore line, And sob of wind, and rain upon the sea. It is the song and message […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. A Vision of Christ. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) A Vision of Christ There fell on me a dream when days were gray, And Hope had left me there to grope alone Amid the silence of an unknown way Vaulted with night and paved with barren stone, Wherein such awful stillness […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Morning Land. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Morning Land Around and beneath, the dull grey mist and the sullen roar of the sea, Scant footing-place on the sheer cliffs face—with death for a penalty; But afar and above there is rest and love, there is hope for brain and […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. In Collins Street. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) In Collins Street I stood in the heart of the city street, I felt the throb of her pulses beat, The thunder of life on the sunny air, The waves of the people everywhere, Like the stirring lilt of a mighty song […]
English Poetry. William Morris. Autumn. Уильям Моррис.
William Morris (Уильям Моррис) Autumn Laden Autumn here I stand Worn of heart, and weak of hand: Nought but rest seems good to me, Speak the word that sets me free. William Morris’s other poems: The Son’s Sorrow The Flowering Orchard All For The Cause Pain And Time […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Crown of Empire. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Crown of Empire Free is the wind that lashes into foam The fortress waves that gird the Sea-King’s home And free the war-worn Flag that is our fame That fear, nor treason, nor the Storm-God’s might, Nor the leagued banners of […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. A Commonplace Song. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) A Commonplace Song Ebbs and flows the restless river In the city street Where the great nerve centres quiver, Where the pulses beat. Where the human waves are driving Drifts a woman’s face, White and worn by ceaseless striving With the commonplace. […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Auri Sacra Fames. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Auri Sacra Fames Now that the gods are dead—where shall we find us a god? Myths of the Greek Olympus have sunk in the surge of Time; And Jehovah, the God of Wrath, who stayed the sun at His nod; And Jesus, […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. An Idle Poet, Dreaming in the Sun. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) * * * AN idle poet, dreaming in the sun, One given to much unhallowed vagrancy Of thought and step; who, when he comes to die. In the broad world can point to nothing done; No chartered corporations, no streets paved With […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Fuedal Picture. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Fuedal Picture WITH what a grace she passed us by just now! Her delicate chin half raised, her cordial brow A cloudless heaven of bland benignities! What tempered lustre too in her dove’s eyes, Just touched to archness by the eyebrow’s […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Plea for the Gray. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Plea for the Gray WHEN the land’s martyr, mid her tears, Outbreathed his latest breath, The discord of long, festering years, Lay also dumb in death: Our souls a new-born friendship drew With spells of kindliest sway; At last, at last, […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. The Laughing Hours before Her Feet. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) * * * The laughing Hours before her feet, Are scattering spring-time roses, And the voices in her soul are sweet As music’s mellowed closes; All hopes and passions, heavenly born, In her, have met together, And Joy diffuses round her morn […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Baby’s First Word. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) Baby’s First Word WE watched our baby day by day, With earnest expectation, To hear his infant lips unclose In vague articulation. But weeks, nay weary months, passed on; His last wee tooth had broken From rosy gums, yet not a […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Under the Pine. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) Under the Pine To the memory of Henry Timrod The same majestic pine is lifted high Against the twilight sky, The same low, melancholy music grieves Amid the topmost leaves, As when I watched, and mused, and dreamed with him, Beneath […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Pan-Worship. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Pan-Worship In Arcady there lies a crystal spring Ring’d all about with green melodious reeds Swaying seal’d music up and down the wind. Here on its time-defacèd pedestal The image of a half-forgotten God Crumbles to its complete oblivion. The faithful and invariable earth […]
English Poetry. William Morris. March. Уильям Моррис.
William Morris (Уильям Моррис) March Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that’s bring’st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky. Welcome, O March! whose kindly days and dry Make […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Two Choruses from “Merlin in Broceliande”. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Two Choruses from “Merlin in Broceliande” I. Life, what art thou? Springing water art thou: When the waters flash and spring, life, start thou! When the spirit burns within the chapels The stones are quick with faith. When the branch hangs […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. In an Island. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) In an Island ‘Mid an isle I stand, Under its only tree: The ocean around– Around life eternity: ‘Mid my life I stand, Under the boughs of thee. Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems: Isn’t It Pleasant for the Little Birds To James Clarence Mangan A […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Cormac Óg. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Cormac Óg At home the doves are sporting, the Summer is nigh– Oh, blossoms of April set in the crowns of the trees!– On the streams the cresses, clustering, knotted, lie, And the hives are bursting with spoil of the honey bees. Rich […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Fairy Tales. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Fairy Tales O spirits heaven born! O kind De Danann souls, Whose music down our story rolls, And holds it near the morn, You stir the poet heart To dream in quickening rimes The magic of the fairy times That never shall depart! […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Dublin Tramcars. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Dublin Tramcars I. A sailor sitting in a tram– A face that winces in the wind– That sees and knows me what I am, That looks through courtesy and sham And sees the good and bad behind– He is not God to save […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The Color Sergeant. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) The Color Sergeant (On an Incident at the Battle of San Juan Hill) Under a burning tropic sun, With comrades around him lying, A trooper of the sable Tenth Lay wounded, bleeding, dying. First in the charge up the fort-crowned […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. To Horace Bumstead. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) To Horace Bumstead Have you been sore discouraged in the fight, And even sometimes weighted by the thought That those with whom and those for whom you fought Lagged far behind, or dared but faintly smite? And that the opposing forces in […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Fifty Years. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Fifty Years O brothers mine, to-day we stand Where half a century sweeps our ken, Since God, through Lincoln’s ready hand, Struck off our bonds and made us men. Just fifty years–a winter’s day– As runs the history of a race; […]