English Poetry. Robert Herrick. An Ode to Sir Clipsby Crew. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) An Ode to Sir Clipsby Crew Here we securely live, and eat The cream of meat; And keep eternal fires, By which we sit, and do divine, As wine And rage inspires. If full, we charm; then call upon Anacreon To grace […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A New Year’s Gift, Sent to Sir Simeon Steward. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A New Year’s Gift, Sent to Sir Simeon Steward No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn’d tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That frights men with a Parliament: No new device or late-found trick, To read by […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. The Newport Railway. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл.
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) The Newport Railway Success to the Newport Railway, Along the braes of the Silvery Tay, And to Dundee straghtway, Across the Railway Bridge o’ the Silvery Tay, Which was opened on the 12th of May, In the year of our Lord 1879, […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To His Honoured and Most Ingenious Friend Mr Charles Cotton. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To His Honoured and Most Ingenious Friend Mr Charles Cotton For brave comportment, wit without offence, Words fully flowing, yet of influence, Thou art that man of men, the man alone Worthy the public admiration; Who with thine own eyes read’st what we […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Rainy Summer. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Rainy Summer There’s much afoot in heaven and earth this year; The winds hunt up the sun, hunt up the moon, Trouble the dubious dawn, hasten the drear Height of a threatening noon. No breath of boughs, no breath of leaves, of […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Joyous Wanderer. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Joyous Wanderer Translated from M. Catulle Mendès I go by road, I go by street— Lira, la, la! O white highways, ye know my feet! A loaf I carry and, all told, Three broad bits of lucky gold— Lira, la, la! And […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Watershed (for R. T.). Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Watershed (for R. T.) Lines written between Munich and Verona Black mountains pricked with pointed pine A melancholy sky. Out-distanced was the German vine, The sterile fields lay high. From swarthy Alps I travelled forth Aloft; it was the north, the north; […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Dedication. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Dedication To Fairy Do you recall—I know you do— A little gift once made to you— A simple basket filled with flowers, All favorites of our Southern bowers? One was a snowy myrtle-bud, Another blushed as if with blood, A third was […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. To Rosa——. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) To Rosa—— Acrostic I took a Rosebud from a certain bower, And by its side placed an Orange flower, Then with the Speedwell, blended the perfume And the sweet beauty of an Apple-bloom, And thus, ‘t is one of the loveliest feats, Is […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. If I Have Graced No Single Song of Mine. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) * * * Sonnet If I have graced no single song of mine With thy sweet name, they all are full of thee; Thou art my Muse, my “May”, my “Madeline”: But “Julia”!—ah! that gentle name to me Is something far too sacred […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 13. I Thank You, Kind and Best Beloved Friend. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 13. I Thank You, Kind and Best Beloved Friend I thank you, kind and best beloved friend, With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister, When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her, Less for the gifts than for the love […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 4. They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 4. They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly They dub thee idler, smiling sneeringly, And why? because, forsooth, so many moons, Here dwelling voiceless by the voiceful sea, Thou hast not set thy thoughts to paltry tunes In song or sonnet. Them these golden […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Lines (I Saw, or Dreamed I Saw, Her Sitting Lone). Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Lines (I Saw, or Dreamed I Saw, Her Sitting Lone) I saw, or dreamed I saw, her sitting lone, Her neck bent like a swan’s, her brown eyes thrown On some sweet poem—his, I think, who sings Oenone, or the hapless Maud: no rings […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. Beautiful Edinburgh. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл.
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) Beautiful Edinburgh Beautiful city of Edinburgh, most wonderful to be seen, With your ancient palace of Holyrood and Queen’s Park Green, And your big, magnificent, elegant New College, Where people from all nations can be taught knowledge. The New College of […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 14. Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 14. Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes, Indeed the product of my heart and brain? How strange that on my ear the rhythmic strain Falls like faint memories of far-off times! […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 11. Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains? See. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 11. Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains? See Which are the clouds, and which the mountains? See, They mix and melt together! Yon blue hill Looks fleeting as the vapors which distill Their dews upon its summit, while the free And […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 6. I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 6. I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot I scarcely grieve, O Nature! at the lot That pent my life within a city’s bounds, And shut me from thy sweetest sights and sounds. Perhaps I had not learned, if some lone cot […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 3. Life Ever Seems as from Its Present Site. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 3. Life Ever Seems as from Its Present Site Life ever seems as from its present site It aimed to lure us. Mountains of the past It melts, with all their crags and caverns vast, Into a purple cloud! Across the night Which […]
English Poetry. Christian Milne. Written When My Husband Was at Sea. Крисчен Милн.
Christian Milne (Крисчен Милн) Written When My Husband Was at Sea How joyless I sit, While for nothing I’m fit, A part from the kindest of men! When my babes lie asleep, My lone vigils I keep, Killing time with a book or a pen. When DAMON is […]
English Poetry. Christian Milne. On a Blank Leaf of the Bible. Крисчен Милн.
Christian Milne (Крисчен Милн) On a Blank Leaf of the Bible COME, holy Spirit, to my aid, To Thee be every homage paid; Inhabit Thou my darken’d mind, And there, unfeign’d, a welcome find! Remove the veil that clouds my sight, And saving shew Thy heav’nly light, That […]
English Poetry. Christian Milne. Written During His Majesty’s Illness, February, 1804. Крисчен Милн.
Christian Milne (Крисчен Милн) Written During His Majesty’s Illness, February, 1804 SEE how Britannia droops her head, This gloomy hour she sees, And weeps to find AUGUSTUS laid Depriv’d of health and ease. She anxious waits till Gallia’s fleet Its mad-brain’d Chief obeys, Who bids it cut the […]
English Poetry. Christian Milne. To My Husband, on the Return of Our Wedding Day. Крисчен Милн.
Christian Milne (Крисчен Милн) To My Husband, on the Return of Our Wedding Day FOUR times the Sun has cross’d the Line, Since Love and HYMEN made you mine: Tho’ we be lowly, poor, and mean, We feel nor discontent nor spleen. We love and live in harmless […]
English Poetry. Christian Milne. Written in September, 1804. Крисчен Милн.
Christian Milne (Крисчен Милн) Written in September, 1804 BROWN Autumn’s come, dispersing leaves On all the winds–and nodding sheaves She brings, with reapers in her train, Who gather in the yellow grain. In AMALTHEA ‘s teeming horn She brings the choicest fruits and corn. Rich plenty smiles among […]
English Poetry. Thomas Warton. Written at Stonehenge. Томас Уортон.
Thomas Warton (Томас Уортон) Written at Stonehenge Thou noblest monument of Albion’s isle! Whether by Merlin’s aid, from Scythia’s shore, To Amber’s fatal plain Pendragon bore, Huge frame of giant-hands, the mighty pile T’ entomb his Britons slain by Hengist’s guile: Or Druid priests, sprinkled with human gore, […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Drunk. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Drunk Too far away, oh love, I know, To save me from this haunted road, Whose lofty roses break and blow On a night-sky bent with a load Of lights: each solitary rose, Each arc-lamp golden does expose Ghost beyond ghost […]
English Poetry. Thomas Warton. The Pleasures of Melancholy. Томас Уортон.
Thomas Warton (Томас Уортон) The Pleasures of Melancholy Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; ‘mid the tempestuous night, On which, in calmest meditation held, Thou hear’st with howling winds the beating rain And drifting hail descend; or if the skies […]
English Poetry. Thomas Shadwell. Halcyon Days. Томас Шедвелл.
Thomas Shadwell (Томас Шедвелл) Halcyon Days Halcyon days, now wars are ending. You shall find where-e’er you sail Tritons all the while attending With a kind and gentle gale. Thomas Shadwell’s other poems: Dear Pretty Youth Love Quickly Is Pall’d Your Awful Voice Prepare, Prepare Nymphs and Shepherds […]
English Poetry. Richard Savage. An Epistle of the Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole. Ричард Сэвидж.
Richard Savage (Ричард Сэвидж) An Epistle of the Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize, Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise; At living worth, because alive, exclaim, Insult the exil’d, and the dead defame! Such paint what pity veils in […]
English Poetry. Richard Savage. The Convocation. Ричард Сэвидж.
Richard Savage (Ричард Сэвидж) The Convocation When Vertue’s Standard Ecclesiasticks bear, Their sacred Robe the noblest Minds revere. All to its Guidance do their Thoughts submit, But such who triumph in licentious Wit; And nauseous Mirth as high Desert esteem, When rais’d by Scorn upon Religion’s Theme As […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. After?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) After? After the summer glory has departed, After the sun slides low adown the skies, After each snowy rose, and the red-hearted, Droops in the chilling blast, and faints, and dies, When the brown bee no longer seeks the clover, But flies away, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Acquaintance. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Acquaintance Not we who daily walk the city’s street, Not those who have been cradled in its heart, Best understand its architectural art Or realise its grandeur. Oft we meet Some stranger who has staid his passing feet And lingered with us for […]
English Poetry. Arthur Guiterman. Nocturne. Артур Гитерман.
Arthur Guiterman (Артур Гитерман) Nocturne The three-toed tree-toad Sings his sweet ode To the moon; The funny bunny And his honey Trip in tune. The gentle cricket From his thicket Lifts his croon; A love-lorn owlet Of his fowlet Begs a boon. Across the water To her daughter […]
English Poetry. Arthur Guiterman. The Great Tyrannosaurus. Артур Гитерман.
Arthur Guiterman (Артур Гитерман) The Great Tyrannosaurus The Great Tyrannosaurus Lived centuries ago; Through marshes wet and porous He rambled to and fro. The most tremendous Lizard That ever browsed on meat, His length from A to Izzard Was forty-seven feet. The Great Tyrannosaurus In habitude […]
English Poetry. Arthur Guiterman. Hills. Артур Гитерман.
Arthur Guiterman (Артур Гитерман) Hills I never loved your plains!– Your gentle valleys, Your drowsy country lanes And pleachéd alleys. I want my hills! — the trail That scorns the hollow.– Up, up the ragged shale Where few will follow, Up, over wooded crest And mossy […]
English Poetry. Arthur Guiterman. Pershing at the Front. Артур Гитерман.
Arthur Guiterman (Артур Гитерман) Pershing at the Front The General came in a new tin hat To the shell-torn front where the war was at; With a faithful Aide at his good right hand He made his way toward No Man’s Land, And a tough Top Sergeant there […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. A Youth Mowing. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) A Youth Mowing There are four men mowing down by the Isar; I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four Sharp breaths taken: yea, and I Am sorry for what’s in store. The first man out of the four that’s […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Envoy. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Envoy To Charles Baxter Do you remember That afternoon—that Sunday afternoon!— When, as the kirks were ringing in, And the grey city teemed With Sabbath feelings and aspects, Lewis—our Lewis then, Now the whole world’s—and you, Young, yet in shape most […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 12. Etching. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 12. Etching Two and thirty is the ploughman. He’s a man of gallant inches, And his hair is close and curly, And his beard; But his face is wan and sunken, And his eyes are large and brilliant, And his […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 8. Staff-Nurse: Old Style. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 8. Staff-Nurse: Old Style The greater masters of the commonplace, Rembrandt and good Sir Walter—only these Could paint her all to you: experienced ease And antique liveliness and ponderous grace; The sweet old roses of her sunken face; The depth […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 14. Ave, Caeser!. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 14. Ave, Caeser! From the winter’s grey despair, From the summer’s golden languor, Death, the lover of Life, Frees us for ever. Inevitable, silent, unseen, Everywhere always, Shadow by night and as light in the day, Signs she at […]