English Poetry. Robert Burns. Will Ye Go to the Indies, My Mary. Роберт Бернс. «Поедешь в Вест-Индию, Мэри?»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave auld Scotia’s shore? Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, Across the Atlantic’s roar? O sweet grows the lime and the orange, And the apple on the pine; But […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Chestnut Stands. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Chestnut Stands I wonder why you feel, somehow, It’s wrong to leave a Chestnut stand, With all so much of what you want In both your pockets and your hand. I always have to turn around;– It sounds so hurt–I don’t see […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Little Side-Streets. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Little Side-Streets Why are some streets so different? The kittens all are long and thin; I think they have more flowers there, But broken things to grow them in. Why do they like the house so high, With such a little […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Market. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Market I went to Market yesterday, And it is like a Fair Of everything you’d like to see; But nothing live is there: –The Pigeons, hanging up to eat; And Rabbits, by their little feet!– And no one seemed to care. […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. The Mystic. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) The Mystic People say to me, ‘A penny for your thought.’– And I can’t remember thinking; And I should think I ought. I wasn’t sleeping, either: I know that, because I saw things out of both my eyes. I wonder where I […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Polite Visitor. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Polite Visitor I feel polite, outside the door; But when it should begin, I can’t remember Not to ask If just their Cat is in. And if the Sun should sprinkle through Along the floor that way, I can’t remember what […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. I Was Lost. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) I Was Lost [Oh, the Day that I was Lost, I never shall forget: I wake up in the night sometimes, and think It’s Happening Yet.] She let me go, a minute. She said she would take care; But she let […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Curls. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Curls It happens that way in the world With everything you see. Some people have their hair all curl’d, Some straight as straight can be. It is a Mystery. Yes, some have hair that waves and clings, And does all kinds […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks Is this a life, to break thy sleep, To rise as soon as day doth peep? To tire thy patient ox or ass By noon, and let thy good days pass, Not […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks Since shed or cottage I have none, I sing the more, that thou hast one; To whose glad threshold, and free door I may a Poet come, though poor; And eat with thee a savoury bit, […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was an Old Man on a Hill. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was an Old Man on a hill, Who seldom, if ever, stood still; He ran up and down, In his Grandmother’s gown, Which adorned that Old Man on a hill. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was an Old Person in […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. A Dead Harvest. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) A Dead Harvest IN KENSINGTON GARDENS. Along the graceless grass of town They rake the rows of red and brown,— Dead leaves, unlike the rows of hay Delicate, touched with gold and grey, Raked long ago and far away. A narrow silence […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. November Blue. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) November Blue The golden tints of the electric lights seems to give a complementary colour to the air in the early evening. — ESSAY ON LONDON. O heavenly colour, London town Has blurred it from her skies; And, hooded in an […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Lady Poverty. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Lady Poverty The Lady Poverty was fair: But she lost her looks of late, With change of times and change of air. Ah slattern! she neglects her hair, Her gown; her shoes; she keeps no state As once when her pure feet were […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Two Poets. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Two Poets Whose is the speech That moves the voices of this lonely beech? Out of the long west did this wild wind come— O strong and silent! And the tree was dumb, Ready and dumb, until The dumb gale struck it on […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 2. Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 2. Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life Most men know love but as a part of life; They hide it in some corner of the breast, Even from themselves; and only when they rest In the brief pauses of […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 5. Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 5. Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid Some truths there be are better left unsaid; Much is there that we may not speak unblamed. On words, as wings, how many joys have fled! The jealous fairies love not to be named. […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Song Composed for Washington’s Birthday, and Respectfully Inscribed to the Officers and Members of the Washington Light Infantry of Charleston, February 22, 1859. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Song Composed for Washington’s Birthday, and Respectfully Inscribed to the Officers and Members of the Washington Light Infantry of Charleston, February 22, 1859 A hundred years and more ago A little child was born— To-day, with pomp of martial show, We hail his natal […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 1. Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 1. Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent Poet! if on a lasting fame be bent Thy unperturbing hopes, thou will not roam Too far from thine own happy heart and home; Cling to the lowly earth, and be content! So shall […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Applause. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Applause I hold it one of the sad certain laws Which make our failures sometimes seem more kind Than that success which brings sure loss behind— True greatness dies, when sounds the world’s applause. Fame blights the object it would bless, because Weighed […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Helen of Troy. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Helen of Troy ON THE ISLE OF CRANAE The world an abject vassal to her charms, And kings competing for a single smile, Yet love she knew not, till upon this isle She gave surrender to abducting arms. Not Theseus, who plucked […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Granite Bay. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Granite Bay At Granite Bay, such beauty lies, In rocks, in waters and in skies, As poets dream of Paradise. The rocks that clasp fair Granite Bay First saw her charms at break of day And flushed to pink from somber gray. […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. God’s Majesty. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) God’s Majesty I look upon the budding tree; I watch its leaves expand; And through it all, O God, I see, The marvel of Thy hand. And all my soul in worship sings, O praise the Lord, the King of Kings! I […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady of Ryde. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady of Ryde, Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied. She purchased some clogs, And some small spotted dogs, And frequently walked about Ryde. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of Smyrna There Was an Old […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Giddy Girl. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Giddy Girl [This recitation is intended to be given with an accompaniment of waltz music, introducing dance-steps at the refrain; “With one, two, three,” etc.] A giddy young maiden with nimble feet, Heigh-ho! alack and alas! Declared she would […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Fault of the Age. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Fault of the Age The fault of the age is a mad endeavour To leap to heights that were made to climb: By a burst of strength, of a thought most clever, We plan to forestall and outwit Time. We scorn […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Empty Bowl. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Empty Bowl I held the golden vessel of my soul And prayed that God would fill it from on high. Day after day the importuning cry Grew stronger—grew, a heaven-accusing dole Because no sacred waters laved my bowl. “So full the fountain, […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. The Rival Curates. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. The Rival Curates List while the poet trolls Of Mr. Clayton Hooper, Who had a cure of souls At Spiffton-extra-Sooper. He lived on curds and whey, And daily sang their praises, And then he’d go and play With […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 4. THE moments fly, and we must part. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Song 4. THE moments fly, and we must part THE moments fly, and we must part, To weep a long adieu; But still this fond, this faithful heart, Shall feel, shall beat for you. Though seas and adverse fates divide, Yet thought unseen shall […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. To the Nightingale. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) To the Nightingale WHY from these shades, sweet bird of eve, Art thou to other regions wildly fled? Thy pensive song would oft my cares relieve, Thy melancholy softness oft would shed Peace on my weary soul: return again, Return, and, sadly sweet, in […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Ode to the Old Year 1787. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Ode to the Old Year 1787 LET courtly bards, in courtly lay, Invoke the muse on New Year’s day, Prophetic, future times unfold, Or tell again the tales of old; For me, I sing, in strains sincere, A grateful tribute due to the departed […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 11. THE anguish of my bursting heart. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Song 11. THE anguish of my bursting heart THE anguish of my bursting heart Till now my tongue has ne’er betray’d, Despair at length reveals the smart No time can cure, no hope can aid. My sorrows verging to the grave, No more shall […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. The Walrus and the Carpenter. Льюис Кэрролл. Морж и плотник
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) The Walrus and the Carpenter The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright – And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Carisbrook Castle. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Carisbrook Castle QUEEN of inventive thought, thy dreams Have mark’d the colour of my fate; Still lend thy lightly quivering beams, Guide me through wilds untrodden yet; Lead me where dim the days of old Their dark historic page unfold, Thy power alone can […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. The Death Song. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) The Death Song THE sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, But glory remains when their lights fade away: Begin, you tormentors ! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook will never complain. Remember the arrows he shot […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. Helen’s Cup. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) Helen’s Cup Give me the potent draught that Helen poured To lull Telemachus! Make me forget All present peril, all old sins, and let Me dream, in peace. Long threat’ning, Fate’s sharp sword Before my eyes has hung–about me roared The battle’s […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. Love Is Dead. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) Love Is Dead I heard one cry out strongly, “Love is dead!” And then we went and looked upon his face, Turned into marble by Death’s final grace: His silent lips, that once so vainly pled, Smile now, as men smile being […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. To a Modern Poet. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) To a Modern Poet With a copy of “Shakespeare’s Sonnets.” Take thou these words thine elder brother writ,– Thou, to whom Song is as thy native speech! Across the swift-flown centuries thou canst reach To him, thy kinsman, reverent hands and […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. The Cup of Death. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) The Cup of Death For a picture by Elihu Vedder She bends her beauteous head to taste thy draught, O thou stern Angel of the Darker Cup! With thee to-night in the dim shades to sup, Where all they be who […]
English Poetry. Louise Chandler Moulton. A Cry. Луиза Чандлер Молтон.
Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон) A Cry O wanderer in unknown lands, what cheer? How dost thou fare on thy mysterious way? What strange light breaks upon thy distant day, Yet leaves me lonely in the darkness here? Oh, bide no longer in that far-off sphere: Though […]