Poetry In English – Page 66 – The Poetry Monster

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Outlet. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Outlet Grief struck me. I so shook in heart and wit I thought I must speak of it or die of it. A certain friend I had with strength to lend, When mine was spent I went to find my friend, […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. When You Say. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) When You Say When you say, I still am young, You are young no more; When, I’m old, is on your tongue, Age is still in store. Youth and age will never grope To say what they may be: One only knows it […]

English Poetry. William Morris. The Orchard. Уильям Моррис.

William Morris (Уильям Моррис) The Orchard Midst bitten mead and acre shorn, The world without is waste and worn, But here within our orchard-close, The guerdon of its labour shows. O valiant Earth, O happy year That mocks the threat of winter near, And hangs […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Three Miles to Penn. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Three Miles to Penn To-day I walked three miles to Penn With an uneasy mind. The sun shone like a frozen eye, A light that had gone blind, The glassy air between the sky And earth was frozen wind– All motion and all light […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. On the Snow. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) On the Snow I knew no woman, child, or man Had been before my steps to-day. By Dippel Woods the snow-lanes ran Soft and uncrushed above their clay; But little starry feet had traced Their passages as though in words, And all those lanes […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Before Winter. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Before Winter The day is gone of the sun and the swallow And the glory on the trees: Before the gale the length of the pave The dry old corpse of a plane-leaf flees, And its step is harsh and hollow As it chatters […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Night-Piece. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Night-Piece Now independent, beautiful and proud, Out of the vanishing body of a cloud Like its arisen soul the full moon swims Over the sea, into whose distant brims Has flowed the last of the light. I am alone. Even the diving gannet now […]

English Poetry. Charles Hanbury Williams. The Old General. Чарльз Ханбури Уильямс. Старый генерал

Charles Hanbury Williams (Чарльз Ханбури Уильямс) The Old General The gen’ral! one of those brave old commanders, Who serv’d through all the glorious wars in Flanders; Frank and good natur’d, of an honest heart, Loving to act the steady friendly part: None led through […]

English Poetry. Samuel Butler. Who Can Deserve, for Breaking of the Laws. Сэмьюэл Батлер. Вор

Samuel Butler (Сэмьюэл Батлер) * * * Who can deserve, for breaking of the laws, A greater penance than an honest cause. Перевод на русский язык Вор Привык он грабить и грести, И, вы уж мне поверьте, Такому честные пути Страшней дороги к смерти! © Перевод Евг. […]

English Poetry. Henry Wotton. On the Death of Sir Alberus and Lady Morton. Генри Уоттон. На смерть сэра Альбертуса и леди Мортон

Henry Wotton (Генри Уоттон) On the Death of Sir Alberus and Lady Morton He first deceas’d – she, for a little, try’d To live without him, lik’d it not and dy’d. Перевод на русский язык На смерть сэра Альбертуса и леди Мортон Он первым умер, а она одна […]

English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Væ Victis. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Væ Victis Beside the placid sea that mirrored her With the old glory of dawn that cannot die, The sleeping city began to moan and stir, As one that fain from an ill dream would fly; Yet more she feared the daylight bringing nigh […]

English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Death of Admiral Blake. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Death of Admiral Blake (August 7th, 1657) Laden with spoil of the South, fulfilled with the glory of achievement, And freshly crowned with never-dying fame, Sweeping by shores where the names are the names of the victories of England, Across the Bay […]

English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Messmates. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Messmates He gave us all a good-bye cheerily At the first dawn of day; We dropped him down the side full drearily When the light died away. It’s a dead dark watch that he’s a-keeping there, And a long, long night that lags a-creeping […]

English Poetry. William Morris. For the Bed at Kelmscott. Уильям Моррис. Надпись на изголовье старинной кровати

William Morris (Уильям Моррис) For the Bed at Kelmscott The wind’s on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill ‘Twixt mead and hill. But kind and dear Is the old house here And my heart is warm ‘Midst winter’s harm. Rest then and rest, […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Nightingales. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Nightingales The nightingales around our house Among the lovely orchard boughs: Where the young apple-dawn too soon Turns whiter than the daylit moon, And ’mid its shadowy silver bowers The quince is flushed with heavenly flowers That opening poise as though for flight: The […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The White Blackbirds. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The White Blackbirds Among the stripped and sooty twigs of the wild cherry tree Sometimes they flit and swing as though two blossoms of the Spring Had quickened on these bleak October branches suddenly. They are like fairy birds flown down from skies […]

English Poetry. William Vaughn Moody. The Daguerreotype. Уильям Воэн Муди.

William Vaughn Moody (Уильям Воэн Муди) The Daguerreotype This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger than spring, without the faintest trace Of disappointment, weariness, or tean Upon the childlike earnestness and grace Of the waiting […]

English Poetry. William Vaughn Moody. How the Mead-Slave Was Set Free. Уильям Воэн Муди.

William Vaughn Moody (Уильям Воэн Муди) How the Mead-Slave Was Set Free Nay, move not! Sit just as you are, Under the carved wings of the chair. The hearth-glow sifting through your hair Turns every dim pearl to a star Dawn-drowned in floods of brightening air. I […]

English Poetry. William Vaughn Moody. Song-Flower and Poppy. Уильям Воэн Муди.

William Vaughn Moody (Уильям Воэн Муди) Song-Flower and Poppy I IN NEW YORK He plays the deuce with my writing time, For the penny my sixth-floor neighbor throws; He finds me proud of my pondered rhyme, And he leaves me–well, God knows It takes the shine […]

English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Le Revenant. Чарльз Сорли.

Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) Le Revenant He trod the oft-remembered lane ⁠(Now smaller-seeming than before ⁠When first he left his father’s door For newer things), but still quite plain (Though half-benighted now) upstood ⁠Old landmarks, ghosts across the lane ⁠That brought the Bygone back again: Shorn […]

English Poetry. Eugene Field. A Rhine-Land Drinking Song. Юджин Филд.

Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) A Rhine-Land Drinking Song If our own life is the life of a flower (And that’s what some sages are thinking), We should moisten the bud with a health-giving flood And ’twill bloom all the sweeter— Yes, life’s the completer For drinking, and drinking, […]

English Poetry. Eugene Field. Hugo’s “Pool in the Forest”. Юджин Филд.

Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Hugo’s “Pool in the Forest” How calm, how beauteous and how cool— How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent pool That in this quiet forest lies. The sunshine ripples on its face, And from the world around, above, It hath […]

English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Jaffa and Jerusalem Railway. Юджин Филд.

Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Jaffa and Jerusalem Railway A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair; Some postal cars, and baggage, too; a vestibule of patent make; With buffers, duffers, switches, and the soughing […]

English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Three Tailors. Юджин Филд.

Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Three Tailors I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On the Rhine, lovely Rhine; They were broke, but the worst of it all, they were curst With that malady common to […]

English Poetry. John Milton. On The Lord Gen. Fairfax At The Seige Of Colchester. Джон Мильтон. Генералу лорду Ферфаксу по случаю осады Колчестера

John Milton (Джон Мильтон) On The Lord Gen. Fairfax At The Seige Of Colchester Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze, And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings, Thy firm unshak’n vertue […]

English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. The Irishman’s Song. Перси Биши Шелли. Песня ирландца

Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли) The Irishman’s Song The stars may dissolve, and the fountain of light May sink into ne’er ending chaos and night, Our mansions must fall, and earth vanish away, But thy courage O Erin! may never decay. See! the wide wasting ruin […]

English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Stoddards. Юджин Филд.

Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Stoddards When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, the Stoddards hight; Their home in Fifteenth street is all so snug, and furnished so, That, when I once get planted there, […]

English Poetry. Eugene Field. Love Song—Heine. Юджин Филд.

Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Love Song—Heine Many a beauteous flower doth spring From the tears that flood my eyes, And the nightingale doth sing In the burthen of my sighs. If, O child, thou lovest me, Take these flowerets fair and frail, And my soul shall waft […]

English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. The White Bull. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.

Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) The White Bull Ev’ry dusk eye in Madrid, Flash’d blue ‘neath its lid; As the cry and the clamour ran round, “The king has been crown’d! And the brow of his bride has been bound With the crown of a queen!” And […]

English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. A Hungry Day. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.

Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) A Hungry Day I mind him well, he was a quare ould chap, Come like meself from swate ould Erin’s sod, He hired me wanst to help his harvest in; The crops was fine that summer, prais’d be God! He found us, […]

English Poetry. Isabella Valancy Crawford. My Irish Love. Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд.

Isabella Valancy Crawford (Изабелла Валанси Кроуфорд) My Irish Love Beside the saffron of a curtain, lit With broidered flowers, below a golden fringe That on her silver shoulder made a glow, Like the sun kissing lilies in the dawn; She sat—my Irish love—slim, light and tall. Between his […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The World’s Amazing Beauty. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The World’s Amazing Beauty The world’s amazing beauty would make us cry Aloud; but something in it strikes us dumb. Beech-forests drenched in sunny floods Where shaking rays and shadows hum, The unrepeated aspects of the sky, Clouds in their lightest and their wildest […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Spring-Dawn. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Spring-Dawn Heaven, the Spring’s coming true again! Easterly over the sky’s spring-blue again Passes a pearly flight of cloud– Somewhere a dovecote is empty, surely! And all of its birds have flown in a brood Over the pure blue purely! Westerly owl-grey gatherings […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Solitary. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Solitary He moved his fellow-men among And changed with them some forms of speech. His heart was separate from his tongue, They would not hear his heart beseech. Their needs were very like his own, Quivering in bodies numb and dazed; They smiled […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Reflection. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Reflection She had no life except to be what men Required of her to be. They came for sympathy, and came again For sympathy. She never knew the way her heart to spare When they were hurt or worn, Whatever one may […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Story-Teller. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Story-Teller Over the hearth on which we burned Brown beech-nuts, lichen-twigs, and cones, I sat beside her while she turned A forkèd wand within the pyre, Until two little spirts of fire Sprang from the hazel’s withered bones. Then, with her eyes […]

English Poetry. John Milton. To Mr. H. Lawes on His Airs. Джон Мильтон. Мистеру Генри Лоузу о его музыке

John Milton (Джон Мильтон) To Mr. H. Lawes on His Airs Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song First taught our English music how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan With Midas’ ears, committing short and long, Thy worth and skill exempts thee from […]