English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Summer Rain. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Summer Rain I SAID: “Blue heaven” (Oh, it was beautiful!), “Send me a tent to shut me to myself: I am all lonely for my soul, that wanders Weary, bewildered, beckoned by thy depths; Thy white, round clouds, great bubbles of creamy […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Lost Love. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Lost Love BURY it, and sift Dust upon its light,— Death must not be left, To offend the sight. Cover the old love— Weep not on the mound— Grass shall grow above, Lilies spring around. Can we fight the law, […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. The Secret. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) The Secret A TIDE of sun and song in beauty broke Against a bitter heart, where no voice woke Till thus it spoke:— What was it, in the old time that I know, That made the world with inner beauty glow, […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Land of the Dawning. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Land of the Dawning Darkrose her shore in seas of amethyst By tropic breezes kissed, A summer land in watery wastes forlorn, Her ranges floating in the snow-white mist And gold of early morn. The tides of Empire ebbed and flowed […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Tails. Алан Александр Милн. Хвосты
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Tails A lion has a tail and a very fine tail, And so has an elephant, and so has a whale, And so has a crocodile, and so has a quail– They’ve all got tails but me. If I had sixpence […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Kara. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Kara Chequered with sunshine and shade—the umbrage of white clouds in motion— Rearing their summits to Heaven, broken like waves on their strands, Northward and southward and seaward the mountains arise from the ocean— Poised on a height above all, Kara, the […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Ode to the Philistines. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Ode to the Philistines In an age of Mammon and Greed, In an age of Humbug and Cant, Where Speech is greater than Deed In the reign of the sycophant, Let us turn from the shameless lips that babble of things Divine, […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Doves of Venus. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Doves of Venus The dull earth swung in silence o’er, A dreamless world, a dreary star, Until the doves of Venus bore To Thessaly her ivory car. She whispered to the sea and air, And lightly with her wand she smote […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Ad Astra. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Ad Astra Weary was I of Earth. My body lay, Its fires turned down and slaked to faintest heat. My soul went out into the night away Where wing hath never beat. The green earth like a marble ’neath me spun; The […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Australia. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Australia Earth’s mightiest isle. She stands alone. The wide seas wash around Her throne, Crowned by the red sun as his own. This is the last of all the lands Where Freedom’s fray-torn banner stands, Not wrested yet from freemen’s hands. […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. A Grave by the Sea. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) A Grave by the Sea No white cloud sails the lonely sky, Thro’ the gaunt trees no breezes sigh, Thro’ the lush grass no fall of feet; No song of bird in all the land, But, floating faintly, dreamily, The distant dirge […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Mummers. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Mummers Here’s greeting for the master, And for the mistress greeting, And greeting for each gallant lad And every pretty sweeting, And greeting for the little children Dancing round our meeting. We be your servants all, We be merry mummers; We know […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Child’s Carol. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Child’s Carol When there dawns a certain Star Comes a Stranger into the city; The feet of prayer his dear feet are, His hands they are the hands of pity. Every houseplace rich and poor Shall show for welcome a sprig of green, […]
English Poetry. Martin Parker. Sailors for My Money. Мартин Паркер. Моряк на море – царь и бог, и я за флот плачу налог
Martin Parker (Мартин Паркер) Sailors for My Money Country men of England, Who live at home with ease, And little think what dangers Are incident o’ th’ seas, Give ear unto the sailor Who unto you will show His case, his case, […]
English Poetry. Martin Parker. When the King Enjoys His Own Again. Мартин Паркер. Когда король вернёт свой трон
Martin Parker (Мартин Паркер) When the King Enjoys His Own Again Let rogues and cheats prognosticate Concerning king’s or kingdom’s fate I think myself to be as wise As he that gazeth on the skies My sight goes beyond The depth of a pond Or rivers in the […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Politeness. Алан Александр Милн. Вежливость
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Politeness If people ask me, I always tell them: “Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say.” If people ask me, I always answer, “Quite well, thank you, how are you to-day?” I always answer, I always tell them, If they […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Christmas Lyric. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Christmas Lyric THO’ the Earth with age seems whitened, And her tresses hoary and old No longer are flushed mad brightened By glintings of brown or gold, A voice from the Syrian highlands, O’er waters that flash and stir, By the […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Along the Path Thy Bleeding Feet Have Trod. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) * * * ALONG the path thy bleeding feet have trod, O Christian Mother! do the martyr-years, Crownèd with suffering through the mist of tears Uplift their brows, thorn-circled, unto God; Most bitterly our Father’s chastening rod Hath ruled within thy term […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Lyrical Picture. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Lyrical Picture SEE! See! How the shadows steal along, Blending in a golden throng, Softly, lovingly; From each mossed and quaint tree-column, Stretched toward the dimpling river, How they quiver! While in low, pathetic tone Twilight’s herald-breeze is blown Down the […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Blanche and Nell. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) Blanche and Nell OH, Blanche is a city lady, Bedecked in her silks and lace: She walks with the mien of a stately queen, And a queen’s imperious grace. But Nell is a country maiden, Her dress from the farmstead loom: […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. The Coming of the Wind. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) The Coming of the Wind An hour agone, and prostrate Nature lay Like some sore-smitten creature nigh to death, With feverish parched lips, with labouring breath, And languid eyeballs darkening to the day. A burning noontide ruled with merciless sway Earth, wave, […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Too Oft the Poet in Elaborate Verse. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) * * * Too oft the poet in elaborate verse, Flushed with quaint images and gorgeous tropes, Casteth a doubtful light, which is not hope’s, On the dark spot where Death hath sealed his curse In monumental silence. Nature starts Indignant from […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Aethra. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) Aethra It is a sweet tradition, with a soul Of tenderest pathos! Hearken, love!—for all The sacred undercurrents of the heart Thrill to its cordial music: Once a chief, Philantus, king of Sparta, left the stern And bleak defiles of his unfruitful […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. The Anchoret. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) The Anchoret I saw thy soul stand in the moon Last night, the live-long night– The jewels of Heaven in thy hand, Thy brow with cherub coronal spanned, And thou in God’s light. Hell is the demons’ gulfèd lair Beneath the flaming bars; […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. In Dread. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) In Dread All day in widowed loneliness and dread Haunted I went, fearing that all your love Was dead, and all my joy, as sudden dead As once were sudden born our joy and love. Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems: Isn’t It Pleasant for the […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. To a Wise Man. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) To a Wise Man If I had spent my talent as you spend, If you had sought this rare thing sought by me, We had missed our mutual pity at life’s end, As we have missed only our sympathy. Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems: To […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Hoppity. Алан Александр Милн. Гоп-гоп!
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Hoppity Christopher Robin goes Hoppity, hoppity, Hoppity, hoppity, hop. Whenever I tell him Politely to stop it, he Says he can’t possibly stop. If he stopped hopping, He couldn’t go anywhere, Poor little Christopher Couldn’t go anywhere… That’s why he always […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. In September. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) In September The winds are in the wood again to-day, Not moaning as they moan among bare boughs In winter dark, nor baying as they bay When hunting in full moon, the spring to rouse; Nor as in summer, soft: the insistent rain […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. I Heard a Music Sweet To-day. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) * * * I heard a music sweet to-day, A simple olden tune, And thought of yellow leaves of May And bursting buds of June, Of dewdrops sparkling on a spray Until the thirst of noon. A golden primrose in the rain Out […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915 You come in the day of destiny, Barbara, born to the air of Mars: The greater glory you shall see And the greater peace, beyond these wars. In other days within this isle, As in a temple, men […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. For Victory. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) For Victory An old man weeps And a young man sorrows While a child is busy with his gladness. The old shall cheer And the young shall battle,– The child shall tremble for their gladness. O Victory How fair thou comest, Young though […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. A Dream of Being. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) A Dream of Being I walked in dream within a convent close, And met there lonely a familiar nun; Then in my mind arose A vehement memory strife With doubt of being, arose and was fought and was won. Trembling I said: “O mother […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Druimfhionn Donn Dilis. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Druimfhionn Donn Dilis — O Druimfhionn Donn Dilis! O Silk of the Kine! Where goest thou for sleeping? What pastures are thine? — In the woods with my gilly Always I must keep, And ’tis that now that leaves me Forsaken to weep. […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. On a Poet Patriot. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) On a Poet Patriot His songs were a little phrase Of eternal song, Drowned in the harping of lays More loud and long. His deed was a single word, Called out alone In a night when no echo stirred To laughter or moan. […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. The House in the Wood beside the Lake. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) * * * The house in the wood beside the lake That I once knew well I must know no more My slow feet other paths must take – How soon would they reach the old known door! But now that time is o’er. […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. The Stars Stand up in the Air. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) * * * The stars up in the air, The sun and the moon are gone, The strand of its waters is bare. And her sway is swept from the swan. The cuckoo was calling all day, Hid in the branches above, How […]
English Poetry. Martin Parker. John and Joan, or, A Mad Couple Well Met. Мартин Паркер. Джон и Джоан, или Муж да жена – одна сатана
Martin Parker (Мартин Паркер) John and Joan, or, A Mad Couple Well Met You nine Castalian sisters That keep Parnassus hill, Come down to me, And let me bee Inspired with your skill; That well I may demonstrate, A piece of household […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Disobedience. Алан Александр Милн. Непослушная мама
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Disobedience James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree Took great Care of his Mother, Though he was only three. James James Said to his Mother, “Mother,” he said, said he; “You must never go down to the end of the town, if […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Craven. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Craven (Mobile Bay, 1864) Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower, Craven was conning his ship through smoke and flame; Gun to gun he had battered the fort for an hour, Now was the time for a charge to end the game. […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. For a Trafalgar Cenotaph. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) For a Trafalgar Cenotaph Lover of England, stand awhile and gaze With thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise; They rest beyond the speech of human pride Who served with Nelson and with Nelson died. Henry Newbolt’s other poems: The Death of Admiral Blake […]