English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 10. Staff-Nurse: New Style. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 10. Staff-Nurse: New Style Blue-eyed and bright of face but waning fast Into the sere of virginal decay, I view her as she enters, day by day, As a sweet sunset almost overpast. Kindly and calm, patrician to the last, […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 26. Anterotics. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 26. Anterotics Laughs the happy April morn Thro’ my grimy, little window, And a shaft of sunshine pushes Thro’ the shadows in the square. Dogs are tracing thro’ the grass, Crows are cawing round the chimneys, In and out […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 16. House-Surgeon. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 16. House-Surgeon Exceeding tall, but built so well his height Half-disappears in flow of chest and limb; Moustache and whisker trooper-like in trim; Frank-faced, frank-eyed, frank-hearted; always bright And always punctual—morning, noon, and night; Bland as a Jesuit, sober as […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 7. Vigil. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 7. Vigil Lived on one’s back, In the long hours of repose, Life is a practical nightmare— Hideous asleep or awake. Shoulders and loins Ache – – – ! Ache, and the mattress, Run into boulders and hummocks, Glows […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 5. Operation. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 5. Operation You are carried in a basket, Like a carcase from the shambles, To the theatre, a cockpit Where they stretch you on a table. Then they bid you close your eyelids, And they mask you with a […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 3. Interior. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 3. Interior The gaunt brown walls Look infinite in their decent meanness. There is nothing of home in the noisy kettle, The fulsome fire. The atmosphere Suggests the trail of a ghostly druggist. Dressings and lint on the long, […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Virgin Youth. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Virgin Youth Now and again All my body springs alive, And the life that is polarised in my eyes, That quivers between my eyes and mouth, Flies like a wild thing across my body, Leaving my eyes half-empty, and clamorous, Filling my […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 9. Lady-Probationer. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 9. Lady-Probationer Some three, or five, or seven, and thirty years; A Roman nose; a dimpling double-chin; Dark eyes and shy that, ignorant of sin, Are yet acquainted, it would seem, with tears; A comely shape; a slim, high-coloured hand, […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 11. Clinical. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 11. Clinical Hist? . . . Through the corridor’s echoes, Louder and nearer Comes a great shuffling of feet. Quick, every one of you, Strighten your quilts, and be decent! Here’s the Professor. In he comes first With the […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 18. Children: Private Ward. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 18. Children: Private Ward Here in this dim, dull, double-bedded room, I play the father to a brace of boys, Ailing but apt for every sort of noise, Bedfast but brilliant yet with health and bloom. Roden, the Irishman, is […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 22. Pastoral. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 22. Pastoral It’s the Spring. Earth has conceived, and her bosom, Teeming with summer, is glad. Vistas of change and adventure, Thro’ the green land The grey roads go beckoning and winding, Peopled with wains, and melodious With harness-bells […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. In Hospital. 2. Waiting. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) In Hospital. 2. Waiting A square, squat room (a cellar on promotion), Drab to the soul, drab to the very daylight; Plasters astray in unnatural-looking tinware; Scissors and lint and apothecary’s jars. Here, on a bench a skeleton would writhe from, […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. Haunted. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. Haunted Haunted? Ay, in a social way By a body of ghosts in dread array; But no conventional spectres they— Appalling, grim, and tricky: I quail at mine as I’d never quail At a fine traditional spectre pale, With […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. Sir Guy the Crusader. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. Sir Guy the Crusader Sir Guy was a doughty crusader, A muscular knight, Ever ready to fight, A very determined invader, And Dickey De Lion’s delight. Lenore was a Saracen maiden, Brunette, statuesque, The reverse of grotesque, Her […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. To a Little Maid by a Policeman. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. To a Little Maid by a Policeman Come with me, little maid, Nay, shrink not, thus afraid— I’ll harm thee not! Fly not, my love, from me— I have a home for thee— A fairy grot, Where mortal eye […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies IN airy dreams fond fancy flies, My absent love to see, And with the early dawn I rise, Dear youth, to think of thee. How swiftly flew the rosy hours, When hope and love were […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. To the Memory of a Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years after His Death. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) To the Memory of a Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years after His Death STILL as the circling months successive climb, With ling’ring footsteps, up the steep of time, Bleak February frowns in his return, And crowns with cypress a sepulchral urn. For me he […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Conundrums. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Conundrums Tell me a word that you’ve often heard, yet it makes you squint when you see it in print! Tell me a thing that you’ve often seen yet if put in a book it makes you turn green! Tell […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste FAR from this throbbing bosom haste, Ye doubts and fears, that lay it waste; Dear anxious days of pleasing pain Fly, never to return again. But, ah! return ye smiling hours, By careless fancy crown’d with […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Laura. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Laura O Power of fancy, from thy treasur’d store Of past delights, which smile on earth no more, Give to my aching heart the hour again, When first it learnt to beat with sweet impassion’d pain. All else seems tasteless, vain, and lost to […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 16. MY mother bids me bind my hair. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Song 16. MY mother bids me bind my hair MY mother bids me bind my hair With bands of rosy hue, Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare, And lace my bodice blue. For why, she cries, sit still and weep, While others dance […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Time. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Time TIME may ambition’s nest destroy, Though on a rock ’tis perch’d so high, May find dull av’rice in his cave, And drag to light the sordid slave; But from affection’s temper’d chain To free the heart he strives in vain. The sculptur’d urn, […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Elegy to the Memory of William Seward, Esq.. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Elegy to the Memory of William Seward, Esq. WHO DIED APRIL 24, 1799. SAY, shall the muse, the muse to Seward dear, Fail to the mournful rites her aid to lend? Refuse to place a chaplet on his bier, Or give a tear […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. In Pace. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) In Pace When I am dead, with mockery of praise Thou shalt not vex the stillness of my sleep: Leave me to long tranquillity and deep, Who, through such weary nights and lonesome days, Such hopeless stretch of uncompanioned ways, Have come […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. Love’s Empty House. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) Love’s Empty House O thou long-silent, solitary house, Where Love once came and went with joyous cries, Or lingered long, sighing as Summer sighs When Autumn’s breath begins her fear to rouse With fierce caress that shall make bare her boughs Her […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. Future Forgiveness. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) Future Forgiveness How long wilt thou be silent, lying there? I grieved thee once, and now my heart makes moan, Cries, and thou wilt not answer, turned to stone, And pitiless as stone to my despair: My tears fall on thee, and […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. After Death. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) After Death And very sweet it is To know he is still warm though I am cold. Christina Rossetti I would not have thee warm when I am cold; But both together–‘neath some sylvan mound, Amid the pleasant secrets under […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. My Birthday. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) My Birthday Chide not because I doubt who would believe! Has not my life been like that April day Whose dawn awoke us with such proud display Of mocking glory, kindled to deceive, While in the distance low winds seemed to grieve,– […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Person of Smyrna. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Person of Smyrna, Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her; But she seized on the cat, And said, ‘Granny, burn that! You incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!’ Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was an Old Person in Gray […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. Hic Jacet. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) Hic Jacet So Love is dead that has been quick so long! Close, then, his eyes, and bear him to his rest, With eglantine and myrtle on his breast, And leave him there, their pleasant scents among; And chant a sweet and […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. Left Behind. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) Left Behind Wilt thou forget me in that other sphere,– Thou who hast shared my life so long in this,– And straight grown dizzy with that greater bliss, Fronting heaven’s splendor strong and full and clear, No longer hold the old embraces […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. A Woman’s Knowledge. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) A Woman’s Knowledge A rose to smell a moment, then to leave, Chance strain of song you smile at as you pass, Bubble that breaks before you lip the glass, Chain frail as the frail thread that spiders weave; Oh, do not […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. In Time to Come. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) In Time to Come The time will come full soon! I shall be gone, And you sit silent in the silent place, With the sad autumn sunlight on your face. Remembering the loves that were your own, Haunted perchance by some familiar […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. Love’s Forgiveness. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) Love’s Forgiveness I do forgive you for the pain I bear, Though bitter pain is mingled with my bliss; For still I think, while thrilling to your kiss, “He found that other woman much more fair.” I read your words, and see, […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. First Love. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) First Love Time was you heard the music of a sigh, And Love awoke; and with it Song was born,– Song glad as young birds carol in the morn, And tender as the blue and brooding sky, When all the earth feels […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. Last Year. II. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) Last Year. II You surely must remember, though to-day There is no spell to charm you in the past. So dear the dream was that it could not last: Too soon our pleasant skies were changed to gray; The sun turned from […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 1. “The Pallid Watcher of the Eastern Skies”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 1. “The Pallid Watcher of the Eastern Skies” The pallid watcher of the eastern skies Who, through the suffering night, did wait forlorn, When comes the first faint purple of the morn Waiteth no longer. To […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 2. 7. Love’s Cruelty. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 2. 7. Love’s Cruelty “And this, then, is thy love,” I hear thee say, “And dost thou love, and canst thou torture so? Ah, spare me, if thou lov’st me, this last woe!” But I […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 2. 6. “There Is Nothing New under the Sun”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 2. 6. “There Is Nothing New under the Sun” There is nothing new under the sun; There is no new hope or despair; The agony just begun Is as old as the earth and the air. My […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady Whose Bonnet. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady whose bonnet, Came untied when the birds sate upon it; But she said: ‘I don’t care! All the birds in the air Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!’ Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a […]