English Poetry. Alexander Pope. On a Certain Lady at Court. Александр Поуп. На некую придворную даму
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) On a Certain Lady at Court I know the thing that’s most uncommon: (Envy be silent, and attend!) I know a reasonable woman, Handsome and witty, yet a friend. Not warp’d by passion, awed by rumour, Not grave throo’ […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. On a Dull Writer. Александр Поуп. На скучного писателя
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) On a Dull Writer You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come, Knock as you please, there’s no body at home. Перевод на русский язык На скучного писателя Он в лоб стучал… Но для чего? Будил мозги? Всё ясно. Но в доме нету […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 25. «The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete». Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 25. «The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete» The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas’d, The countless (nineteen-twentieths) low and evil, crude and savage, The crazed, prisoners in jail, the horrible, rank, malignant, Venom and filth, serpents, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 30. Unseen Buds. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 30. Unseen Buds Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well, Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch, Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn, Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping; […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 27. L. of G.’s Purport. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 35. Из цикла «Прощай, мое Вдохновенье!». 27. Смысл «Листьев травы»
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 27. L. of G.’s Purport Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable masses (even to expose them,) But add, fuse, complete, extend—and celebrate the immortal and the good. Haughty this song, its […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 24. The Commonplace. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 24. The Commonplace The commonplace I sing; How cheap is health! how cheap nobility! Abstinence, no falsehood, no gluttony, lust; The open air I sing, freedom, toleration, (Take here the mainest lesson—less from books—less from the schools,) […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 20. When the Full-Grown Poet Came. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 35. Из цикла «Прощай, мое Вдохновенье!». 20. Когда появился поэт в расцвете сил
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 20. When the Full-Grown Poet Came When the full-grown poet came, Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine; But out spake too the Soul […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Bucolic Betwixt Two; Lacon and Thyrsis. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Bucolic Betwixt Two; Lacon and Thyrsis LACON. For a kiss or two, confess, What doth cause this pensiveness, Thou most lovely neat-herdess? Why so lonely on the hill? Why thy pipe by thee so still, That erewhile was heard so shrill? Tell […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power: Or rather he emancipates his eyes From the black shapeless accidents of size– In unctuous cones of kindling coal, Or smoke upwreathing from […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Dialogue Betwixt Himself and Mistress Eliza Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Dialogue Betwixt Himself and Mistress Eliza Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis My dearest Love, since thou wilt go, And leave me here behind thee; For love or pity, let me know The place where I may find thee. AMARIL. In […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Pastoral upon the Birth of Prince Charles: Presented to the King, and Set by Mr Nic. Laniere. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Pastoral upon the Birth of Prince Charles: Presented to the King, and Set by Mr Nic. Laniere THE SPEAKERS: MIRTILLO, AMINTAS, AND AMARILLIS AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less; And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess. […]
English Poetry. Joseph Rodman Drake. To Eva. Джозеф Родман Дрейк.
Joseph Rodman Drake (Джозеф Родман Дрейк) To Eva A beam upon the myrtle fell From dewy evening’s purest sky, ’Twas like the glance I love so well, Dear Eva, from thy moonlight eye. I looked around the summer grove, On every tree its lustre shone; For all […]
English Poetry. Joseph Rodman Drake. Lines. Джозеф Родман Дрейк.
Joseph Rodman Drake (Джозеф Родман Дрейк) Lines Day gradual fades, in evening gray, Its last faint beam hath fled, And sinks the sun’s declining ray In ocean’s wavy bed. So o’er the loves and joys of youth Thy waves, Indifference, roll; So mantles round our days of truth […]
English Poetry. Joseph Rodman Drake. To —. Джозеф Родман Дрейк.
Joseph Rodman Drake (Джозеф Родман Дрейк) To — When that eye of light shall in darkness fall, And thy bosom be shrouded in death’s cold pall, When the bloom of that rich red lip shall fade, And thy head on its pillow of dust be laid; Oh! […]
English Poetry. Joseph Rodman Drake. Fragment. Джозеф Родман Дрейк.
Joseph Rodman Drake (Джозеф Родман Дрейк) Fragment I. Tuscara! thou art lovely now, Thy woods, that frown’d in sullen strength Like plumage on a giant’s brow, Have bowed their massy pride at length. The rustling maize is green around, The sheep is in the Congar’s bed; And […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Renouncement. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Renouncement I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, I shun the thought that lurks in all delight— The thought of thee—and in the blue Heaven’s height, And in the sweetest passage of a song. O just beyond the fairest thoughts […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. A Shattered Lute. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) A Shattered Lute I touched the heart that loved me as a player Touches a lyre. Content with my poor skill, No touch save mine knew my beloved (and still I thought at times: Is there no sweet lost air Old loves could […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. In February. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) In February Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers, And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers; A poet’s face asleep in this grey morn. Now in the midst of the old world forlorn A mystic child […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Spring on the Alban Hills. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Spring on the Alban Hills O’er the Campagna it is dim, warm weather; The Spring comes with a full heart silently, And many thoughts; a faint flash of the sea Divides two mists; straight falls the falling feather. With wild Spring meanings hill […]
English Poetry. John Clare. The Gipsy’s Camp. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) The Gipsy’s Camp How oft on Sundays, when I’d time to tramp, My rambles led me to a gipsy’s camp, Where the real effigy of midnight hags, With tawny smoked flesh and tattered rags, Uncouth-brimmed hat, and weather-beaten cloak, Neath the wild shelter of […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Young Neophyte. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Young Neophyte Who knows what days I answer for to-day? Giving the bud I give the flower. I bow This yet unfaded and a faded brow; Bending these knees and feeble knees, I pray. Thoughts yet unripe in me I bend one […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Hymn Sung at an Anniversary of the Asylum of Orphans at Charleston. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Hymn Sung at an Anniversary of the Asylum of Orphans at Charleston We scarce, O God! could lisp thy name, When those who loved us passed away, And left us but thy love to claim, With but an infant’s strength to pray. Thou […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. 1866 – Addressed to the Old Year. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) 1866 – Addressed to the Old Year Art thou not glad to close Thy wearied eyes, O saddest child of Time, Eyes which have looked on every mortal crime, And swept the piteous round of mortal woes? In dark Plutonian caves, Beneath the […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. On Pressing Some Flowers. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) On Pressing Some Flowers So, they are dead! Love! when they passed From thee to me, our fingers met; O withered darlings of the May! I feel those fairy fingers yet. And for the bliss ye brought me then, Your faded forms are […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Baby’s Age. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Baby’s Age She came with April blooms and showers; We count her little life by flowers. As buds the rose upon her cheek, We choose a flower for every week. A week of hyacinths, we say, And one of heart’s-ease, ushered May; And then […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. The Summer Bower. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) The Summer Bower It is a place whither I’ve often gone For peace, and found it, secret, hushed, and cool, A beautiful recess in neighboring woods. Trees of the soberest hues, thick-leaved and tall, Arch it o’erhead and column it around, Framing a covert, […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Dramatic Fragment. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Dramatic Fragment Let the boy have his will! I tell thee, brother, We treat these little ones too much like flowers, Training them, in blind selfishness, to deck Sticks of our poor setting, when they might, If left to clamber where themselves incline, Find […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. The Arctic Voyager. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) The Arctic Voyager Shall I desist, twice baffled? Once by land, And once by sea, I fought and strove with storms, All shades of danger, tides, and weary calms; Head-currents, cold and famine, savage beasts, And men more savage; all the while my face […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. A Vision of Poesy. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) A Vision of Poesy Part I I In a far country, and a distant age, Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth, A boy was born of humble parentage; The stars that shone upon his lonely birth Did seem to […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Address Delivered at the Opening of the New Theatre at Richmond. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Address Delivered at the Opening of the New Theatre at Richmond A Prize Poem A fairy ring Drawn in the crimson of a battle-plain— From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of pain Are banished, while about it in […]
English Poetry. John Clare. Wild Bees. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) Wild Bees These children of the sun which summer brings As pastoral minstrels in her merry train Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings And glad the cotters’ quiet toils again. The white-nosed bee that bores its little hole In mortared walls and pipes its […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Opportunity. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Opportunity Send forth your heart’s desire, and work and wait; The opportunities of life are brought To our own doors, not by capricious fate, But by the strong compelling force of thought. Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems: The Phantom Ball The Giddy Girl […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Our Lives. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Our Lives Our lives are songs. God writes the words, And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure. We must write the music, whatever the song, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Phantom Ball. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Phantom Ball You remember the hall on the corner? To-night as I walked down street I heard the sound of music, And the rhythmic beat and beat, In time to the pulsing measure Of lightly tripping feet. And I turned and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Plow of God. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Plow of God If you listen you will hear, from east to west, Growing sounds of discontent and deep unrest. It is just the progress-driven Plow of God, Tearing up the well-worn, custom-bounded sod, Shaping out each old tradition-trodden track Into furrows–fertile […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Praise Day. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Praise Day Let us halt now for a space in our hurrying Let us take time to look up and look out. Let us refuse for a spell to be worrying; Let us decline both to question or doubt. If one goes caviling […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Queries. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Queries Well, how has it been with you since we met That last strange time of a hundred times? When we met to swear that we could forget— I your caresses, and you my rhymes— The rhyme of my lays that rang like […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Wilson Gibson. Retreat. Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson (Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон) Retreat Broken, bewildered by the long retreat Across the stifling leagues of southern plain, Across the scorching leagues of trampled grain, Half-stunned, half-blinded, by the trudge of feet And dusty smother of the August heat, He dreamt of flowers in an English […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Wilson Gibson. The Parrots. Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson (Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон) The Parrots Somewhere, somewhen I’ve seen, But where or when I’ll never know, Parrots of shrilly green With crests of shriller scarlet flying Out of black cedars as the sun was dying Against cold peaks of snow. From what forgotten life […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Wilson Gibson. Breakfast. Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson (Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон) Breakfast We ate our breakfast lying on our backs, Because the shells were screeching overhead. I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread That Hull United would beat Halifax When Jimmy Stainthorpe played full-back instead of Billy Bradford. Ginger raised his […]