English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. East Kennet Church at Evening. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) East Kennet Church at Evening I stood amongst the corn, and watched The evening coming down. The rising vale was like a queen, And the dim church her crown. Crown-like it stood against the hills. Its form was passing fair. I […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Stones. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) Stones This field is almost white with stones That cumber all its thirsty crust. And underneath, I know, are bones, And all around is death and dust. And if you love a livelier hue— O, if you love the […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Ballad of Women I Love. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Ballad of Women I Love Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date Beareth Amandy Baker’s crest; What times soever I’ve been their guest, Says I to myself in an undertone: “Of […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. To Cinna. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) To Cinna Cinna, the great Venusian told In songs that will not die How in Augustan days of old Your love did glorify His life and all his being seemed Thrilled by that rare incense Till, grudging him the dreams he dreamed, The gods […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Dream-Ship. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Dream-Ship When the world is fast asleep, Along the midnight skies— As though it were a wandering cloud— The ghostly dream-ship flies. An angel stands at the dream-ship’s helm, An angel stands at the prow, And an angel stands at the dream-ship’s […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Singing in God’s Acre. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Singing in God’s Acre Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God’s Acre lies, Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. Their radiant wings are folded, and their eyes are bended low, As they sing among the beds whereon the flowers delight […]
English Poetry. Frances Ellen Watkins Harper. My Mother’s Kiss. Фрэнсис Харпер.
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (Фрэнсис Харпер) My Mother’s Kiss My mother’s kiss, my mother’s kiss, I feel its impress now; As in the bright and happy days She pressed it on my brow. You say it is a fancied thing Within my memory fraught; To me it […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. How Annandale Went Out. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) How Annandale Went Out “They called it Annandale—and I was there To flourish, to find words, and to attend: Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend, I watched him; and the sight was not so fair As one or two […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. The Wreck of the Steamer Mohegan. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл.
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) The Wreck of the Steamer Mohegan Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I’ll relate a terrible tale of the sea Concerning the unfortunate steamer, Mohegan, That against the Manacles Rocks, ran. […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. Alma Mater. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) Alma Mater He knocked, and I beheld him at the door— A vision for the gods to verify. “What battered ancient is this,” thought I, “And when, if ever, did we meet before?” But ask him as I might, I got no […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. The Gift of God. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) The Gift of God Blessed with a joy that only she Of all alive shall ever know, She wears a proud humility For what it was that willed it so - That her degree should be so great Among the favoured of […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. The Dark Hills. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) The Dark Hills Dark hills at evening in the west, Where sunset hovers like a sound Of golden horns that sang to rest Old bones of warriors under ground, Far now from all the bannered ways Where flash the legions of the […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. Bewick Finzer. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) Bewick Finzer Time was when his half million drew The breath of six per cent; But soon the worm of what-was-not Fed hard on his content; And something crumbled in his brain When his half million went. Time passed, and filled […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. The Children of the Night. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) The Children of the Night For those that never know the light, The darkness is a sullen thing; And they, the Children of the Night, Seem lost in Fortune’s winnowing. But some are strong and some are weak, — And there’s […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. Aunt Imogen. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) Aunt Imogen Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children—Jane, Sylvester, and Young George— Were eyes and ears; for there was only one Aunt Imogen to them in the whole world, And she was in it only for four weeks In fifty-two. […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. Cliff Klingenhagen. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) Cliff Klingenhagen Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to dine With him one day; and after soup and meat, And all the other things there were to eat, Cliff took two glasses and filled one with wine And one […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. The Man Against the Sky. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) The Man Against the Sky Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden hill, Bleak, round, and high, by flame-lit height made higher, With nothing on […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. Walt Whitman. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) Walt Whitman The master-songs are ended, and the man That sang them is a name. And so is God A name; and so is love, and life, and death, And everything. But we, who are too blind To read what we have […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. Eros Turannos. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) Eros Turannos She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All reason to refuse him. But what she meets and what she fears Are less than are the downward years, Drawn […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. Lines in Praise of the Lyric Club Banquet. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл.
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) Lines in Praise of the Lyric Club Banquet Which was Held in the Queens Hotel, Perth, on the Evening of 5th September 1894 ‘Twas in the year of 1894, and on the 5th of September, Which for a long […]
English Poetry. Edwin Arlington Robinson. A Happy Man. Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон) A Happy Man When these graven lines you see, Traveller, do not pity me; Though I be among the dead, Let no mournful word be said. Children that I leave behind, And their children, all were kind; Near to them and […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Ballade of the Toyokuni Colour-Print. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Ballade of the Toyokuni Colour-Print To W. A. Was I a Samurai renowned, Two-sworded, fierce, immense of bow? A histrion angular and profound? A priest? a porter?—Child, although I have forgotten clean, I know That in the shade of Fujisan, What […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. Lorenzo de Lardy. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. Lorenzo de Lardy Dalilah de Dardy adored The very correctest of cards, Lorenzo de Lardy, a lord— He was one of Her Majesty’s Guards. Dalilah de Dardy was fat, Dalilah de Dardy was old— (No doubt in the […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. Ferdinando and Elvira; or, the Gentle Pieman. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. Ferdinando and Elvira; or, the Gentle Pieman PART I. At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper One whom I will call Elvira, and we talked of love and Tupper, Mr. Tupper and the […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. The Troubadour. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. The Troubadour A Troubadour he played Without a castle wall, Within, a hapless maid Responded to his call. “Oh, willow, woe is me! Alack and well-a-day! If I were only free I’d hie me far away!” Unknown […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. To the Memory of Thomas Chatterton. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) To the Memory of Thomas Chatterton ILL-fated youth! thy ardent soul Aim’d at the heights of deathless fame, Sprang from beneath the world’s controul, And seiz’d unknown a poet’s name. O that some friendly hand had deign’d to guide Thy genius in its course! […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 8. TO wander alone when the moon faintly beaming. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Song 8. TO wander alone when the moon faintly beaming TO wander alone when the moon faintly beaming, With glimmering lustre darts through the dim shade, Where owls seek for covert, and night birds complaining, Add sound to the horrors that darken the glade. […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. The Genius of the Mountains of Balagata. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) The Genius of the Mountains of Balagata IN THE EAST INDIES, BEWAILS THE MISERIES BOUGHT UPON HIS COUNTRY. HIS SONG. FROM Balagata’s wavy brow The Genius cast his eyes below, Survey’d with grief the hostile plains, And thus to Heaven address’d his strains. […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. To James Barry, Esq.. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) To James Barry, Esq. ON THE DESIGN OF HIS SERIES OF PICTURES PAINTED FOR THE SOCIETY INSTITUTED FOR THE PROMOTING ARTS AND MANUFACTURES. O Thou, who in a weak disjointed age Dar’st in the cause of science to engage, May fame and honour […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Elegy. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Elegy SIGH not, ye winds, as passing o’er The chambers of the dead you fly; Weep not, ye dews, for these no more Shall ever weep, shall ever sigh. Why mourn the throbbing heart at rest? How still it lies within the breast! Why […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. The Execution of James Graham, Marquis of Montrose. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл. Казнь Джеймса Грема, маркиза Монтроза
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) The Execution of James Graham, Marquis of Montrose ‘Twas in the year of 1650, and on the twenty-first of May, The city of Edinburgh was put into a state of dismay By the noise of drums and trumpets, which on the air […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Love’s Secret. Уильям Блейк. Словом высказать нельзя
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Love’s Secret Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly tears, Ah! she […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. May Day. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) May Day THE village bells ring merrily, The milk maids sing so cheerily, With flow’ry wreaths and ribbons crown’d, Now May Day comes its annual round; The may-pole rears its lofty head, Round on the turf they dance and play; While I the distant […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 5. FAR, far from me my love is fled. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Song 5. FAR, far from me my love is fled FAR, far from me my love is fled, In a light skiff he tempts the sea, The young desires his sails have spread, And hope his pilot deigns to be. The promis’d land […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 3. “What Would I Save Thee from, Dear Heart, Dear Heart?”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 3. “What Would I Save Thee from, Dear Heart, Dear Heart?” What would I save thee from, dear heart, dear heart? Not from what Heaven may send thee of its pain; Not from fierce sunshine or the […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 2. “My Love for Thee Doth March Like Armèd Men”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 2. “My Love for Thee Doth March Like Armèd Men” My love for thee doth march like armèd men, Against a queenly city they would take. Along the army’s front its banners shake; Across the mountain […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Ode on the Dog. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Ode on the Dog I My Pitch-dark Angel with a Rosy Tongue, My Own–my Own, Why can’t the grown-up Things we live among Let us alone? Why do they have to talk the livelong day About such silly things? But if […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. The Masterpiece. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) The Masterpiece My Mother cut it out for me, And started it, so I could see; And then she turned some edges in, And let me take it to begin. I made it. But I did not know How very long it […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Windows. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Windows Once, and in the daytime too, I made myself afraid, Playing Eyelids-Up-and-Down, with the window-shade; Till the Houses seemed to watch People going by; And they kept me looking, too,–wondering where and why. If I were that Other Boy,–if I […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. The Play’s the Thing. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) The Play’s the Thing I never dared to look away While they were tuning so, For fear the Curtain might go up, –And I not see it go!– Then all at once, it all went Dark;– To make you hold your breath […]