English Poetry. John Milton. To The Lady Margaret Ley. Джон Мильтон. К леди Маргарет Ли
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) To The Lady Margaret Ley Daughter to that good Earl, one President Of England’s Council and her Treasury, Who lived in both unstained with gold or fee, And left them both, more in himself content, Till the sad breaking of that Parliament Broke him, […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Singer. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Singer I had a holy hour last night. The room her presence made so pure Was shaded in uncertain light, But oh, the light it held was sure. There while about her golden head The shadows and the low light played, She […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. A Christening. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) A Christening This day we are met to set a name On thy mysterious dust and flame, That in the years to follow, when Thy feet shall walk the ways of men, Thou mayst according to his plan Be known thereby to man. […]
English Poetry. Martin Parker. A True Tale of Robin Hood. Мартин Паркер. Правдивый рассказ о Робин Гуде
Martin Parker (Мартин Паркер) A True Tale of Robin Hood Both gentlemen, or yeomen bould, Or whatsoever you are, To have a stately story tould, Attention now prepare. It is a tale of Robbin Hood, That I to you will tell, Which being rightly understood, I know […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Bracelet to Julia. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Bracelet to Julia Why I tie about thy wrist, Julia, this my silken twist? For what other reason is’t, But to shew thee how in part Thou my pretty captive art? But thy bond-slave is my heart; ‘Tis but silk that bindeth […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Upon Love (A crystal vial Cupid brought). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Upon Love (A crystal vial Cupid brought) A crystal vial Cupid brought, Which had a juice in it: Of which who drank, he said, no thought Of Love he should admit. I, greedy of the prize, did drink, And emptied soon the […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Vow to Venus. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Vow to Venus Happily I had a sight Of my dearest dear last night; Make her this day smile on me, And I’ll roses give to thee! Robert Herrick’s other poems: The Present Time Best Pleaseth The Definition of Beauty The Ceremonies […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Mrs Eliz: Wheeler, under the Name of the Lost Shepherdess. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Mrs Eliz: Wheeler, under the Name of the Lost Shepherdess Among the myrtles as I walk’d Love and my sighs thus intertalk’d: Tell me, said I, in deep distress, Where I may find my Shepherdess? —Thou fool, said Love, know’st thou not this? […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Groves. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Groves Ye silent shades, whose each tree here Some relique of a saint doth wear; Who for some sweet-heart’s sake, did prove The fire and martyrdom of Love:— Here is the legend of those saints That died for love, and their complaints; […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Plaudite, or End of Life. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Plaudite, or End of Life If after rude and boisterous seas My wearied pinnace here finds ease; If so it be I’ve gain’d the shore, With safety of a faithful oar; If having run my barque on ground, Ye see the aged […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Olive Branch. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Olive Branch Sadly I walk’d within the field, To see what comfort it would yield; And as I went my private way, An olive-branch before me lay; And seeing it, I made a stay, And took it up, and view’d it; then […]
English Poetry. John Milton. On the New Forcers of Conscience under the Long Parliament. Джон Мильтон. Новым гонителям свободы совести при долгом парламенте
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) On the New Forcers of Conscience under the Long Parliament Because you have thrown off your Prelate Lord, And with stiff vows renounced his Liturgy, To seize the widowed whore Plurality, From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorred, Dare ye for this adjure […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Robin Red-Breast. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Robin Red-Breast Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be With leaves and moss-work for to cover me; And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter, Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister! For epitaph, in foliage, next write this: HERE, HERE […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. On Himself (Lost to the world; lost to myself). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) On Himself (Lost to the world; lost to myself) Lost to the world; lost to myself; alone Here now I rest under this marble stone, In depth of silence, heard and seen of none. Robert Herrick’s other poems: The Present Time Best Pleaseth […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Unto Us a Son Is Given. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Unto Us a Son Is Given Given, not lent, And not withdrawn—once sent, This Infant of mankind, this One, Is still the little welcome Son. New every year, New born and newly dear, He comes with tidings and a song, The ages long, […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Modern Mother. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Modern Mother Oh, what a kiss With filial passion overcharged is this! To this misgiving breast This child runs, as a child ne’er ran to rest Upon the light heart and the unoppressed. Unhoped, unsought! A little tenderness, this mother thought The […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Parentage. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Parentage “When Augustus Cæsar legislated against the unmarried citizens of Rome, he declared them to be, in some sort, slayers of the people.” Ah! no, not these! These, who were childless, are not they who gave So many dead unto the […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Via, et Veritas, et Vita. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Via, et Veritas, et Vita “You never attained to Him?” “If to attain Be to abide, then that may be.” “Endless the way, followed with how much pain!” “The way was He.” Alice Meynell’s other poems: “The Return to Nature” In Early Spring The […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. A Child’s Fear. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) A Child’s Fear “Come to your poor old Mother,” she said Smiling, and gathered to her breast With her good hands her baby’s head; But the child’s eyes looked out oppressed. “Not old–not_ old–it isn’t true! Everyone may be old but you.” Old?–Old, […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. For Joan. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) For Joan I shall love no other child, Joan, as I love you; The second life our children build Remains for you to do. You would have been out-loved in one That never will be born, And the love that should my flower […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Myfanwy Among the Leaves. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Myfanwy Among the Leaves Dying leaf and dead leaf, Yellow leaf and red leaf And white-backed beam, Lay along the woodland road As quiet as a dream. Summer was over, The year had lost her lover, Spent with her grief All along the […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Sylvia Sings. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Sylvia Sings Sylvia said that day, “I’ll sing if you will play.” We could deny not anything, Not even deny to hear her sing Who like a little spirit lay Uncertain whether to flutter its wing, To go or stay. So though it […]
English Poetry. John Milton. At a Solemn Music. Джон Мильтон. К высокой музыке
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) At a Solemn Music Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’n’s joy, Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse, Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreath’d sense able to pierce, And to our high-rais’d fantasy present That undisturbed Song of […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Bronwen of the Flowers. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Bronwen of the Flowers Bronwen gathered wild-flowers Up-and-down the lane; Her gathering touch upon them Sweeter was than rain. Now a blossom overblown, Now a bud begun– Her eye that lightened on them Was quicker than the sun. One by one she […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. “Colin Clout, Come Home again!”. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) “Colin Clout, Come Home again!” Through the grey and heavy air, Through the January rain, When old England nipped and bare Shudders with the load of pain Wept upon her by the eyes Of sunless, sun-remembering skies: When the soul of man is fain […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. As by Fire. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) As by Fire Sometimes I feel so passionate a yearning For spiritual perfection here below, This vigorous frame with healthful fervour burning, Seems my determined foe. So actively it makes a stern resistance, So cruelly sometimes it wages war Against a wholly […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Artist and Man. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Artist and Man Make thy life better than thy work. Too oft Our artists spend their skill in rounding soft, Fair curves upon their statues, while the rough And ragged edges of the unhewn stuff In their own natures startle and offend The […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character For you, bright fair, the Nine address their lays, And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise; The heartfelt power of every charm divine, Who can withstand their all-commanding shine? See how she moves along […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. Answer to an Invitation to Pass the Christmas at Barton. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) Answer to an Invitation to Pass the Christmas at Barton First, let me suppose, what may shortly be true, The company set, and the word to be–loo; All smirking, and pleasant, and big with adventure, And ogling the stake which is fix’d in the […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. From the Latin of Vida. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) From the Latin of Vida Say, heavenly muse, their youthful frays rehearse; Begin, ye daughters of immortal verse. Exulting rocks have own’d the power of song, And rivers listen’d as they flow’d along. Oliver Goldsmith’s other poems: Answer to an Invitation to Pass the […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. Song, from the Comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer”. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) Song, from the Comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer” SCENE.–A Room in the Alehouse, “The Three Pigeons.” Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning– Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives _genus_ a better discerning. Let them brag of their […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Wanted—A Man. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Wanted—A Man Back from the trebly crimsoned field Terrible words are thunder-tost; Full of the wrath that will not yield, Full of revenge for battles lost! Hark to their echo, as it crost The Capital, making faces wan: ”End this […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Kearny at Seven Pines. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Kearny at Seven Pines So that soldierly legend is still on its journey,— That story of Kearny who knew not to yield! ‘T was the day when with Jameson, fierce Berry, and Birney, Against twenty thousand he rallied the field. […]
English Poetry. John Milton. An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester. Джон Мильтон. Эпитафия маркизе Уинчестер
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester This rich Marble doth enterr The honour’d Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues fair Added to her noble birth, More then she could own from Earth. Summers three times eight […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Sumter. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Sumter April 12, 1861 Came the morning of that day When the God to whom we pray Gave the soul of Henry Clay To the land; How we loved him, living, dying! But his birthday banners flying Saw us asking […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. How Old Brown Took Harper’s Ferry. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) How Old Brown Took Harper’s Ferry John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, Brave and godly, with four sons, all stalwart men of might. There he spoke aloud for freedom, and the Border-strife grew warmer, Till the Rangers fired […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. A Burying. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) A Burying I see the twelve fair months go by Bearing a coffin shoulder-high. What, laughing? Pretty pall-bearers, Pitiless of the buried years, Have ye never a tear to shed Nor sigh to drop for the newly-dead, Nor marble grief to mark his grave?– […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Moon upon Her Watch-Tower. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) * * * The moon upon her watch-tower With her golden eye Guarded the quarters East and West the sky. Just as midnight Was stepping past One drew his first breath, One drew his last. The moon upon her watch-tower Rang a soundless bell– […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Cradle-Song Song for Christmas. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Cradle-Song Song for Christmas Child, when on this night you lie Softly, undisturbedly, On as white a bed of down As any child’s in London Town, By a fire that all the night Keeps your chamber warm and light: Dream, if dreams are yet […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. At Dawn. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) At Dawn I LAY awake and listened, ere the light Began to whiten at the window pane. The world was all asleep: earth was a fane Emptied of worshippers; its dome of night, Its silent aisles, were awful in their gloom. Suddenly […]