English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). Basil Moss. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). Basil Moss Sing, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song— Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tracts Whose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streams Catch mighty life and voice from thee, and make A lordly harmony on sea-chafed heights. Sing, mountain-wind, and take thine […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). Outre Mer. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). Outre Mer I see, as one in dreaming, A broad, bright, quiet sea; Beyond it lies a haven— The only home for me. Some men grow strong with trouble, But all my strength is past, And tired and full of sorrow, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). In Memoriam—Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). In Memoriam—Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse The grand, authentic songs that roll Across grey widths of wild-faced sea, The lordly anthems of the Pole, Are loud upon the lea. Yea, deep and full the South Wind sings The mighty symphonies that […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). Sydney Exhibition Cantata. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). Sydney Exhibition Cantata Part I Chorus Songs of morning, with your breath Sing the darkness now to death; Radiant river, beaming bay, Fair as Summer, shine to-day; Flying torrent, falling slope, Wear the face as bright as Hope; Wind […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). From the Forests. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). From the Forests Introductory verses for “The Sydney University Review”, 1881. Where in a green, moist, myrtle dell The torrent voice rings strong And clear, above a star-bright well, I write this woodland song. The melodies of many leaves […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). A Birthday Trifle. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). A Birthday Trifle Here in this gold-green evening end, While air is soft and sky is clear, What tender message shall I send To her I hold so dear? What rose of song with breath like myrrh, And leaf of dew […]
English Poetry. John Clare. To John Milton. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) To John Milton From his honoured friend, William Davenant Poet of mighty power, I fain Would court the muse that honoured thee, And, like Elisha’s spirit, gain A part of thy intensity; And share the mantle which she flung Around thee, when thy […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). Hymn of Praise. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). Hymn of Praise [Closing of Sydney International Exhibition.] Encompassed by the psalm of hill and stream, By hymns august with their majestic theme, Here in the evening of exalted days To Thee, our Friend, we bow with breath of praise. […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). John Bede Polding. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). John Bede Polding With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head, A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew; But cannot say the words that should be said To crowned and winged divinities like you. The perfect speech of superhuman […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). Hunted Down. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). Hunted Down Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man, Been out since the night of escape—two years under horror and ban. In a time full of thunder and rain, when hurricanes hackled the tree, He […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). Frank Denz. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). Frank Denz In the roar of the storm, in the wild bitter voice of the tempest-whipped sea, The cry of my darling, my child, comes ever and ever to me; And I stand where the haggard-faced wood stares down on a […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). The Austral Months. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). The Austral Months January The first fair month! In singing Summer’s sphere She glows, the eldest daughter of the year. All light, all warmth, all passion, breaths of myrrh, And subtle hints of rose-lands, come with her. She is the […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Euterpe. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Euterpe A cantata, set to music by C. E. Horsley, and sung at the opening of the Melbourne Town Hall, 1870. Argument. Hail to thee, Sound!—The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of life— in religion; […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). Aboriginal Death-Song. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). Aboriginal Death-Song Feet of the flying, and fierce Tops of the sharp-headed spear, Hard by the thickets that pierce, Lo! they are nimble and near. Women are we, and the wives Strong Arrawatta hath won; Weary because of our lives, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). On a Street. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). On a Street I dread that street—its haggard face I have not seen for eight long years; A mother’s curse is on the place, (There’s blood, my reader, in her tears). No child of man shall ever track, Through filthy dust, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). How the Melbourne Cup was Won. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). How the Melbourne Cup was Won In the beams of a beautiful day, Made soft by a breeze from the sea, The horses were started away, The fleet-footed thirty and three; Where beauty, with shining attire, Shed more than a noon […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Camped by the Creek. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Camped by the Creek “All day a strong sun has been drinking The ponds in the Wattletree Glen; And now as they’re puddles, I’m thinking We were wise to head hitherwards, men! The country is heavy to nor’ard, But Lord, how […]
English Poetry. John Clare. Christmas. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) Christmas Christmas is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now E’en want will dry its tears in mirth And crown him wi’ a holly bough Tho tramping ‘neath a winters sky O’er snow track paths and rhymey stiles The huswife […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. A Dream. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Сон
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. A Dream Once a dream did weave a shade O’er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Mount Erebus. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Mount Erebus (A Fragment) A mighty theatre of snow and fire, Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublime By reason of that lordly solitude Which dwells for ever at the world’s white ends; And in that weird-faced wilderness of ice, There […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Bishop Patteson. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Bishop Patteson An Angel came and cried to him by night, ‘God needs a Martyr from your little band; Name me the purest soul, which, closely scanned, Still overflows with sweetness and with light That find no limit till they reach the […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Crowns for Children. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Crowns for Children The children crown’d themselves with roses, And all the roses died! Pale on the soft brown locks they lay, Like a dream of spring on a cold white day, In the barren winter-tide. Oh, throw the fading vision by! […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Feeding the Fairies. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Feeding the Fairies Fairies, fairies, come and be fed, Come and be fed like hens and cocks; Hither and thither with delicate tread, Flutter around me in fairy flocks. Come, little fairies, from far and near; Come, little fairies, I know you […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Grizzel Hume. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Grizzel Hume When midnight flung o’er earth and sea Her solemn veil of gloom, All fearless and alone was she, The Lady Grizzel Hume,— Lighted beneath that sable sky By her young heart’s fidelity. With eyes of hope, and peace, and truth,— […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. In the Fields. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) In the Fields Airy budding ash-tree, You have made a throne, And the sweetest thrush in all the world Is sitting there alone; Drawn in tints of tender brown Against a keen blue sky, He sings up and he sings down, Who […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Little Pat and the Parson. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Little Pat and the Parson He stands at the door of the church peeping in, No troublesome beadle is near him; The preacher is talking of sinners and sin, And little Pat trembles to hear him; A poor little fellow alone and […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Once upon a Time. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Once upon a Time Not only echoes from the past Talk to us in that tender phrase; It rings upon our hearts at last, A watchword for the coming days: When, having reached those heights of rest, We point to where we […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Morning. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Morning How pleasant is the morning! How innocent and bright! How pretty and surprising To see the sun uprising, A ball of golden light! While sleepy twilight melts away, And the delicious summer day Succeeds the silent night! How pleasant is […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Out of the Depths. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Out of the Depths We faint beneath this burning sky, Upon this barren steep, O! give us dew before we die, Give but an hour of sleep! We fail beside this darken’d bed, Where dies our life’s last light— Voice that of […]
English Poetry. John Keats. On Receiving a Curious Shell. Джон Китс. На получение причудливой морской раковины
John Keats (Джон Китс) On Receiving a Curious Shell Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain? Bright as the humming-bird’s green diadem, When it flutters in sun-beams that shine through a fountain? Hast thou a goblet […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Choice of the Christian Heroes. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Choice of the Christian Heroes It was the hour of evening prayer, It was the holy Sabbath night, Sunset was glowing in the air, Placid, and calm, and bright; When fierce Saladin did call To his side his warriors all, And […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Song (O Moon). Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Song (O Moon) O Moon—said the children—O Moon, that shineth fair, Why do you stay so far away, so high above us there? O Moon, you must be very cold from shining on the sea; If you would come and play with […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Butterfly and the Fairies. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Butterfly and the Fairies A butterfly was grieved one day Because he could do nought but play; He envied bees and birds and ants, And senseless stones and common plants, And leaves that feed the life of trees, And tiny builders […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Death of King Henry the Third. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Death of King Henry the Third At Sicily’s court Prince Edward sate, Of a joyous heart was he, For he came from afar from the holy war, From battle and victory. There strode a messenger into the hall, He kneel’d upon […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Fisherman. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Fisherman Fisherman, speak to me; why so lonely Sailing away when the boats come home? “I have a little one, I must find him, Out where the sunset kindles the foam. “Dying he talked to the wild green water, Out of […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Lay of Sir William Wallace. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Lay of Sir William Wallace The grey hill and the purple heath Are round me as I stand; The torrent hoar doth sternly roar, The lake lies calm and grand; The altars of the living rock ‘Neath yon blue skies are […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Little White Doe. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Little White Doe In the beautiful forest is straying An innocent little white doe, And the creature is happily playing With the sunlight that flickereth so; The sunlight so soft and so tender, That moves with each leaf as it moves, […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Prince and the Outlaw. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Prince and the Outlaw Oh, it was our gallant Prince Edward, Rode forth into Alton wood; His plume was white, his sword was bright, His heart was brave and good; He saw the sunlight through the trees, Checkering the grassy earth; […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Six Burghers of Calais. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Six Burghers of Calais The burghers six of Calais, True were they and brave; To save their fellow-townsmen Their lives they freely gave. Will ye hear their story? Come listen to my lay, I will tell ye of King Edward, The […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Wives of Brixham. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Wives of Brixham A TRUE STORY You see the gentle water, How silently it floats; How cautiously, how steadily, It moves the sleepy boats; And all the little loops of pearl It strews along the sand, Steal out as leisurely […]