English Poetry. Wilfred Wilson Gibson. The Knight of the Wood. Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson (Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон) The Knight of the Wood “I fear the Knight of the Wood,” she said “For him may no man overthrow. Where boughs are matted thick o’erhead, There gleams, amid the shadows dread, The terror of his armour red; And all men fear […]
English Poetry. John Keats. To Solitude. Джон Китс. Пусть, Одиночество, с тобой сам-друг
John Keats (Джон Китс) To Solitude O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, — Nature’s observatory — whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell, May seem a span; […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Wilson Gibson. The Unknown Knight. Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson (Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон) The Unknown Knight When purple gloomed the wintry ridge Against the sunset’s windy flame, From pine-browed hills, along the bridge, An unknown rider came. I watched him idly from the tower. Though he nor looked nor raised his head; I felt […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Eremos and Eudæmon. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Eremos and Eudæmon Some souls go broadly up and down the world, Plucking full-fruited joys, and some are set Like trees that spread their unripening arms About the gentle air, endure the storm, Enrich themselves with luxury of leaves, Grow to the […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Deaf and Dumb. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Deaf and Dumb He lies on the grass, looking up to the sky; Blue butterflies pass like a breath or a sigh, The shy little hare runs confidingly near, And wise rabbits stare with inquiry not fear, Gay squirrels have found […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. April Showers. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) April Showers He said there was on earth no fairer sight Than April shadows from the tall green flags We taunted him with overflows of light From walls of sunrise upon Alpine crags; Or pageantries of tropic flowers that swoon In the […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Last Ball of Summer. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Last Ball of Summer ‘Tis the last ball of Summer Left rolling alone; All his artful companions Are smitten and gone; No trace of his kindred, No shooter is seen To relate all the glories Of Briggs and Nepean. I’ll not […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Dark Blue. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Dark Blue O Statesmen who devise and plot To keep the White above the Black, Who tremble when your bolt is shot Lest love and loyalty grow slack, There’s not a deed of craftsmanship, There’s not a thing Red Tape can do, Shall […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. England v. Australia. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) England v. Australia The Champion Grace to the match has gone, In the British ranks you’ll find him, His magic bat he has girded on, And his pads are slung behind him! ‘Ground of _Lords_,’ said the Bearded Pard, ‘Though all the rest […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Bombastes. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Bombastes In dazzling pads Bombastes went To give the bowling Beans; He stalked along in sweet content, Triumphant in his ‘teens. He launched his muscle at a Slow, But heard the timber clink; Bombastes homeward sped and said, ‘Whatever do you think? Bowled […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. His Grange, or Private Wealth. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) His Grange, or Private Wealth Though clock, To tell how night draws hence, I’ve none, A cock I have to sing how day draws on: I have A maid, my Prue, by good luck sent, To save That little, Fates me gave or […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To the Genius of His House. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To the Genius of His House Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence Into this house pour down thy influence, That through each room a golden pipe may run Of living water by thy benizon; Fulfil the larders, and with strength’ning bread […]
English Poetry. John Keats. Stanzas to Miss Wylie. Джон Китс. Стансы для мисс Уайли
John Keats (Джон Китс) Stanzas to Miss Wylie 1. O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown, The riches of Flora are lavishly strown, The air is all softness, and crystal the streams, The West is resplendently clothed in beams. 2. O come! let us […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Old Wives’ Prayer. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Old Wives’ Prayer Holy-Rood, come forth and shield Us i’ th’ city and the field; Safely guard us, now and aye, From the blast that burns by day; And those sounds that us affright In the dead of dampish night; Drive all […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Bride-Cake. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Bride-Cake This day, my Julia, thou must make For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake: Knead but the dough, and it will be To paste of almonds turn’d by thee; Or kiss it thou but once or twice, And for the bride-cake there’ll be […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Hock-Cart, or Harvest Home: to the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmorland. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Hock-Cart, or Harvest Home: to the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmorland Come, Sons of Summer, by whose toil We are the lords of wine and oil: By whose tough labours, and rough hands, We rip up first, then reap our lands. […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Wake. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Wake Come, Anthea, let us two Go to feast, as others do: Tarts and custards, creams and cakes, Are the junkets still at wakes; Unto which the tribes resort, Where the business is the sport: Morris-dancers thou shalt see, Marian, too, in […]
English Poetry. Joseph Rodman Drake. Hope. Джозеф Родман Дрейк.
Joseph Rodman Drake (Джозеф Родман Дрейк) Hope See through yon cloud that rolls in wrath, One little star benignant peep, To light along their trackless path The wanderers of the stormy deep. And thus, oh Hope! thy lovely form In sorrow’s gloomy night shall be The sun […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Your Own Fair Youth. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Your Own Fair Youth Your own fair youth, you care so little for it— Smiling towards Heaven, you would not stay the advances Of time and change upon your happiest fancies. I keep your golden hour, and will restore it. If ever, in […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Garden. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Garden My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, Into thy garden; thine be happy hours Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers, From root to crowning petal thine alone. Thine is the place from where the seeds are sown Up […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Thoughts in Separation. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Thoughts in Separation We never meet; yet we meet day by day Upon those hills of life, dim and immense— The good we love, and sleep, our innocence. O hills of life, high hills! And, higher than they, Our guardian spirits meet at […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. A Mother’s Wail. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) A Mother’s Wail My babe! my tiny babe! my only babe! My single rose-bud in a crown of thorns! My lamp that in that narrow hut of life, Whence I looked forth upon a night of storm! Burned with the lustre of the moon […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. The Rosebuds. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) The Rosebuds Yes, in that dainty ivory shrine, With those three pallid buds, I twine And fold away a dream divine! One night they lay upon a breast Where Love hath made his fragrant nest, And throned me as a life-long guest. […]
English Poetry. John Clare. Market Day. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) Market Day With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke That urges switching tail nor mends his pace, On an old ribbed and weather beaten horse, The farmer goes jogtrotting to the fair. Both keep their pace that nothing can provoke Followed by […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. An Exotic. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) An Exotic Not in a climate near the sun Did the cloud with its trailing fringes float, Whence, white as the down of an angel’s plume, Fell the snow of her brow and throat. And the ground had been rich for a thousand […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Two Portraits. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Two Portraits I You say, as one who shapes a life, That you will never be a wife, And, laughing lightly, ask my aid To paint your future as a maid. This is the portrait; and I take The softest colors […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Why Silent?. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Why Silent? Why am I silent from year to year? Needs must I sing on these blue March days? What will you say, when I tell you here, That already, I think, for a little praise, I have paid too dear? For, I […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 15. To the Sun-Set Breeze. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 15. To the Sun-Set Breeze Ah, whispering, something again, unseen, Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door, Thou, laving, tempering all, cool-freshing, gently vitalizing Me, old, alone, sick, weak-down, melted-worn with sweat; Thou, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 28. The Unexpress’d. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 28. The Unexpress’d How dare one say it? After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, Vaunted Ionia’s, India’s—Homer, Shakspere—the long, long times’ thick dotted roads, areas, The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars—Nature’s pulses reap’d, All […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 23. A Persian Lesson. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 23. A Persian Lesson For his o’erarching and last lesson the greybeard sufi, In the fresh scent of the morning in the open air, On the slope of a teeming Persian rose-garden, Under an ancient chestnut-tree wide […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 14. Interpolation Sounds. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 14. Interpolation Sounds Over and through the burial chant, Organ and solemn service, sermon, bending priests, To me come interpolation sounds not in the show—plainly to me, crowding up the aisle and from the window, Of sudden […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 5. My 71st Year. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 5. My 71st Year After surmounting three-score and ten, With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows, My parents’ deaths, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing passions of me, the war of ’63 and ‘4, As […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 9. Old Age’s Ship & Crafty Death’s. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 9. Old Age’s Ship & Crafty Death’s From east and west across the horizon’s edge, Two mighty masterful vessels sailers steal upon us: But we’ll make race a-time upon the seas—a battle-contest yet! bear lively there! (Our […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 3. Good-Bye My Fancy. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 3. Good-Bye My Fancy Good-bye my fancy—(I had a word to say, But ’tis not quite the time—The best of any man’s word or say, Is when its proper place arrives—and for its meaning, I keep mine […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 3. Good-Bye My Fancy. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 3. Good-Bye My Fancy Good-bye my fancy—(I had a word to say, But ’tis not quite the time—The best of any man’s word or say, Is when its proper place arrives—and for its meaning, I keep mine […]
English Poetry. John Clare. Evening. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) Evening ‘Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the packman snail, too, with his home on his back, Clings to the bowed bents like a wen. The shepherd has made a […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 42. While Not the Past Forgetting. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 42. While Not the Past Forgetting While not the past forgetting, To-day, at least, contention sunk entire—peace, brotherhood uprisen; For sign reciprocal our Northern, Southern hands, Lay on the graves of all dead soldiers, North or South, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 50. Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 49. Не только сухие сучья с невидимой жизнью
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 50. Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone Not meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare, like eagles’ talons,) But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future spring, some summer—bursting forth, To verdant leaves, or […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 41. Soon Shall the Winter’s Foil Be Here. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 41. Скоро будет побеждена зима
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 41. Soon Shall the Winter’s Foil Be Here Soon shall the winter’s foil be here; Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt—A little while, And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and growth—a […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 37. The Calming Thought of All. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 37. The Calming Thought of All That coursing on, whate’er men’s speculations, Amid the changing schools, theologies, philosophies, Amid the bawling presentations new and old, The round earth’s silent vital laws, facts, modes continue. Walt Whitman’s other […]