English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 1. 4. Hesitation. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 1. 4. Hesitation (A PORTRAIT) To-day I saw the picture of a man Who, issuing from a wood, doth thrust apart Strong-matted, thorny branches, whose keen smart He heeds in nowise, if he only can Win […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 1. 3. “A Barren Stretch That Slants to the Salt Sea’s Gray”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 1. 3. “A Barren Stretch That Slants to the Salt Sea’s Gray” A barren stretch that slants to the salt sea’s gray,— Rock-strewn, and scarred by fire, and rough with stubble,— With here and there a bold, bright […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 1. 1. Sonnet (I know not if I love her overmuch). Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 1. 1. Sonnet (I know not if I love her overmuch) (AFTER THE ITALIAN) I know not if I love her overmuch; But this I know, that when unto her face She lifts her hand, […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Beggar to Mab, the Fairy Queen. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Beggar to Mab, the Fairy Queen Please your Grace, from out your store Give an alms to one that’s poor, That your mickle may have more. Black I’m grown for want of meat, Give me then an ant to eat, Or the […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Fairy Temple; or, Oberon’s Chapel. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Fairy Temple; or, Oberon’s Chapel DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I KNOW, AND RICH FOR IN AND OUTWARD SHOW; SURVEY THIS CHAPEL BUILT, ALONE, WITHOUT OR LIME, OR WOOD, OR STONE. THEN SAY, […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Metrical Feet. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Metrical Feet Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill able Ever to come up with Dactyl’s trisyllable. Iambics march from short to long. With a leap and a bound […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. On Another’s Sorrow. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. О скорби ближнего
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. On Another’s Sorrow Can I see another’s woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another’s grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow’s share? Can a father […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To the Willow-Tree. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To the Willow-Tree Thou art to all lost love the best, The only true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids distrest And left of love, are crown’d. When once the lover’s rose is dead Or laid aside forlorn, Then willow-garlands, ’bout […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Pastoral Sung to the King. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Pastoral Sung to the King MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad are both; worse fruit, and ill the tree: The feast of shepherds fail. SIL. None crowns […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Were I Man Grown. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Were I Man Grown Were I man grown, I’d stand With clean heart, soul, and hand, An honor to this land. I would be good and true. I would not smoke and chew As many grown men do. Tobacco is foul […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. When I Die. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) When I Die Often, when I am alone, Thinking of the “things unseen;” Things to our eyes never shown, Hidden by the veil between This world and eternity– To be lifted by and by, Oft the thought has come to me, “Who will […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Why the Spring is Late. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Why the Spring is Late To Miss Eva Russell. The spring time is deaf to our pleading, The meadows are brown as can be. The hilltops are bleak and unlovely, No thrush sits and sings on the tree. I hear many practical […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Women. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Women See the women–pallid women, of our land! See them fainting, dying, dead, on every hand! See them sinking ‘neath a weight Far more burdensome than Fate Ever placed upon poor human beings’ backs. See them falling as they go– By their […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Worldly Wisdom. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Worldly Wisdom If it were in my dead Past’s power To let my Present bask In some lost pleasure for an hour, This is the boon I’d ask: Re-pedestal from out the dust Where long ago ’twas hurled, My beautiful incautious trust […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. An Attempt At The Manner Of Waller. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) An Attempt At The Manner Of Waller Did not thy reason, and thy sense, With most persuasive eloquence, Convince me that obedience due None may so justly claim as you, By right of beauty you would be Mistress o’er my heart and me. […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 1. 4. Hesitation. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 1. 4. Hesitation (A PORTRAIT) To-day I saw the picture of a man Who, issuing from a wood, doth thrust apart Strong-matted, thorny branches, whose keen smart He heeds in nowise, if he only can Win […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 1. 3. “A Barren Stretch That Slants to the Salt Sea’s Gray”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 1. 3. “A Barren Stretch That Slants to the Salt Sea’s Gray” A barren stretch that slants to the salt sea’s gray,— Rock-strewn, and scarred by fire, and rough with stubble,— With here and there a bold, bright […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 1. 1. Sonnet (I know not if I love her overmuch). Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 1. 1. Sonnet (I know not if I love her overmuch) (AFTER THE ITALIAN) I know not if I love her overmuch; But this I know, that when unto her face She lifts her hand, […]
English Poetry. Ambrose Philips. Epistle to the Earl of Dorset [“Winter Piece”]. Амброз Филипс. Графу Дорсетскому
Ambrose Philips (Амброз Филипс) Epistle to the Earl of Dorset [“Winter Piece”] Copenhagen, March 9, 1709. FROM frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow, From streams which northern winds forbid to flow, What present shall the Muse to Dorset bring, Or how, so near […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Nature and Nature’s Laws Lay Hid in Night. Александр Поуп. «Всё было в мире под луной»
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) * * * Nature and nature’s laws lay hid in night; God said “Let Newton be” and all was light. Перевод на русский язык «Всё было в мире под луной» Всё было в мире под луной Темно, запутано, Но стал светлее мир земной […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wales. Александр Поуп. Эпиграмма, выгравированная на ошейнике собаки, которую английский поэт Александр Поуп преподнёс его королевскому высочеству Фредерику, принцу Уэльскому
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wales I am His Highness’ dog at Kew, Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма, выгравированная на ошейнике собаки, которую […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. The Busy Child. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) The Busy Child I have so many things to do, I don’t know when I shall be through. To-day I had to watch the rain Come sliding down the window-pane. And I was humming, all the time, Around my head, […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Making a House. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Making a House First of all, I draw the Smoke Trailing up the sky; Then the Chimney, underneath; And Birds all flying by; Then the House; and every Window, Watching, like an Eye. Everybody else begins With the House. But I […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Beggar to Mab, the Fairy Queen. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Beggar to Mab, the Fairy Queen Please your Grace, from out your store Give an alms to one that’s poor, That your mickle may have more. Black I’m grown for want of meat, Give me then an ant to eat, Or the […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Fairy Temple; or, Oberon’s Chapel. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Fairy Temple; or, Oberon’s Chapel DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I KNOW, AND RICH FOR IN AND OUTWARD SHOW; SURVEY THIS CHAPEL BUILT, ALONE, WITHOUT OR LIME, OR WOOD, OR STONE. THEN SAY, […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Metrical Feet. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Metrical Feet Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill able Ever to come up with Dactyl’s trisyllable. Iambics march from short to long. With a leap and a bound […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. On Another’s Sorrow. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. О скорби ближнего
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. On Another’s Sorrow Can I see another’s woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another’s grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow’s share? Can a father […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To the Willow-Tree. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To the Willow-Tree Thou art to all lost love the best, The only true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids distrest And left of love, are crown’d. When once the lover’s rose is dead Or laid aside forlorn, Then willow-garlands, ’bout […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Pastoral Sung to the King. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Pastoral Sung to the King MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad are both; worse fruit, and ill the tree: The feast of shepherds fail. SIL. None crowns […]
English Poetry. Joseph Rodman Drake. To Sarah. Джозеф Родман Дрейк.
Joseph Rodman Drake (Джозеф Родман Дрейк) To Sarah I. One happy year has fled, Sall, Since you were all my own, The leaves have felt the autumn blight, The wintry storm has blown. We heeded not the cold blast, Nor the winter’s icy air; For we found […]
English Poetry. Joseph Rodman Drake. Song (’Tis not the beam of her bright blue eye). Джозеф Родман Дрейк.
Joseph Rodman Drake (Джозеф Родман Дрейк) Song (’Tis not the beam of her bright blue eye) ’Tis not the beam of her bright blue eye, Nor the smile of her lip of rosy dye, Nor the dark brown wreaths of her glossy hair, Nor her changing cheek, so […]
English Poetry. Joseph Rodman Drake. Bronx. Джозеф Родман Дрейк.
Joseph Rodman Drake (Джозеф Родман Дрейк) Bronx I sat me down upon a green bank-side, Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river, Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glide, Like parting friends who linger while they sever; Enforced to go, yet seeming still unready, Backward they wind their […]
English Poetry. Joseph Rodman Drake. To a Lady with a Withered Violet. Джозеф Родман Дрейк.
Joseph Rodman Drake (Джозеф Родман Дрейк) To a Lady with a Withered Violet Though fate upon this faded flower His withering hand has laid, Its odour’d breath defies his power, Its sweets are undecayed. And thus, although thy warbled strains No longer wildly thrill, The memory of […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Lover Urges the Better Thrift. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Lover Urges the Better Thrift My Fair, no beauty of thine will last Save in my love’s eternity. Thy smiles, that light thee fitfully, Are lost for ever—their moment past— Except the few thou givest to me. Thy sweet words vanish day […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. San Lorenzo’s Mother. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) San Lorenzo’s Mother I had not seen my son’s dear face (He chose the cloister by God’s grace) Since it had come to full flower-time. I hardly guessed at its perfect prime, That folded flower of his dear face. Mine eyes were veiled […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. To a Daisy. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) To a Daisy Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide Like all created things, secrets from me, And stand a barrier to eternity. And I, how can I praise thee well and wide From where I dwell—upon the hither side? Thou […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C. Whose was the hand that painted thee, O Death! In the false aspect of a ruthless foe, Despair and sorrow waiting on thy breath— O gentle Power! who could have wronged thee so? […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. On Donne’s Poetry. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) On Donne’s Poetry “With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots; Rhyme’s sturdy cripple, fancy’s maze and clue, Wit’s forge and fire-blast, meaning’s press and screw.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s other poems: Recollections of Love The Faded Flower […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Love’s Logic. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Love’s Logic And if I ask thee for a kiss, I ask no more than this sweet breeze, With far less title to the bliss, Steals every minute at his ease. And yet how placid is thy brow! It seems to woo the bold […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. To a Captive Owl. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) To a Captive Owl I should be dumb before thee, feathered sage! And gaze upon thy phiz with solemn awe, But for a most audacious wish to gauge The hoarded wisdom of thy learned craw. Art thou, grave bird! so wondrous wise indeed? […]