English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Maypole. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Maypole The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I’ll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown’d it. A health to my girls, Whose husbands may earls […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Farewell Frost, or Welcome Spring. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Farewell Frost, or Welcome Spring Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper; Thaw’d are the snows; and now the lusty Spring Gives to each mead a neat enamelling; The palms put forth their gems, and […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day Kindle the Christmas brand, and then Till sunset let it burn; Which quench’d, then lay it up again, Till Christmas next return. Part must be kept, wherewith to teend The Christmas log next year; And where ’tis […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Ceremony upon Candlemas Eve. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Ceremony upon Candlemas Eve Down with the rosemary, and so Down with the bays and misletoe; Down with the holly, ivy, all Wherewith ye dress’d the Christmas hall; That so the superstitious find No one least branch there left behind; For look, how […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Phillis, to Love and Live with Him. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Phillis, to Love and Live with Him Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I’ll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford Shall bless thy bed, and bless thy board. The soft sweet moss shall be thy […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Wassail. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Wassail Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. May both with manchet stand replete; Your larders, too, so hung with meat, That though a thousand, thousand eat, […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Fairies. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Fairies If ye will with Mab find grace, Set each platter in his place; Rake the fire up, and get Water in, ere sun be set. Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies, Sluts are loathsome to the fairies; Sweep your house; […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve Down with the rosemary and bays, Down with the misletoe; Instead of holly, now up-raise The greener box, for show. The holly hitherto did sway; Let box now domineer, Until the dancing Easter-day, Or Easter’s eve appear. […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The King. Редьярд Киплинг. Королева
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The King “Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men said; “With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance, And he with these. Farewell, Romance!” “Farewell, Romance!” the Lake-folk […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph on Robert Muir. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия Роберту Мью́иру
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph on Robert Muir “What Man could esteem, or what Woman could love, Was He who lies under this sod: If Such Thou refusest admittance above, Then whom wilt thou favor, Good God!” 1789 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия Роберту Мью́иру В нём женщины […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To Mr. Gow, Visiting Dumfries. Роберт Бернс. Маэстро Га́у, посетившему Да́мфриз
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To Mr. Gow, Visiting Dumfries 1. Thrice welcome, king o’ rant and reel! Whaur is the bard to Scotia leal Wha wadna sing o’ sic a chiel And sic a glorious fiddle! 2. It’s but a weary […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epigram. Immediate Extempore on being Told by W. L. of the Customs Dublin that Com Goldie did not Seem Disposed to Push the Bottle. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма по поводу замечания таможенного чиновника из Дублина мистера У— Л— о том, что интендант Га́уди, не склонен к тому, чтобы распить ещё одну бутылку
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epigram. Immediate Extempore on being Told by W. L. of the Customs Dublin that Com Goldie did not Seem Disposed to Push the Bottle Friend Commissar, since we’re met and are happy, Pray why should we part without having more nappy! Bring in t’other […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph for J— H— Written in Air. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия долговязому парню, уроженцу Эйра
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph for J— H— Written in Air Here lies a Scots mile of a chiel, If he’s in heaven, Lord, fill him weel! Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия долговязому парню, уроженцу Эйра «Шотландскою милей» когда-то, поверь, Дразнили мы плоть эту тленную, И […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Maypole. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Maypole The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I’ll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown’d it. A health to my girls, Whose husbands may earls […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Farewell Frost, or Welcome Spring. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Farewell Frost, or Welcome Spring Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper; Thaw’d are the snows; and now the lusty Spring Gives to each mead a neat enamelling; The palms put forth their gems, and […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day Kindle the Christmas brand, and then Till sunset let it burn; Which quench’d, then lay it up again, Till Christmas next return. Part must be kept, wherewith to teend The Christmas log next year; And where ’tis […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Ceremony upon Candlemas Eve. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Ceremony upon Candlemas Eve Down with the rosemary, and so Down with the bays and misletoe; Down with the holly, ivy, all Wherewith ye dress’d the Christmas hall; That so the superstitious find No one least branch there left behind; For look, how […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Phillis, to Love and Live with Him. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Phillis, to Love and Live with Him Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I’ll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford Shall bless thy bed, and bless thy board. The soft sweet moss shall be thy […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Wassail. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Wassail Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. May both with manchet stand replete; Your larders, too, so hung with meat, That though a thousand, thousand eat, […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Fairies. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Fairies If ye will with Mab find grace, Set each platter in his place; Rake the fire up, and get Water in, ere sun be set. Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies, Sluts are loathsome to the fairies; Sweep your house; […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve Down with the rosemary and bays, Down with the misletoe; Instead of holly, now up-raise The greener box, for show. The holly hitherto did sway; Let box now domineer, Until the dancing Easter-day, Or Easter’s eve appear. […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The King. Редьярд Киплинг. Королева
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The King “Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men said; “With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance, And he with these. Farewell, Romance!” “Farewell, Romance!” the Lake-folk […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph on Robert Muir. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия Роберту Мью́иру
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph on Robert Muir “What Man could esteem, or what Woman could love, Was He who lies under this sod: If Such Thou refusest admittance above, Then whom wilt thou favor, Good God!” 1789 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия Роберту Мью́иру В нём женщины […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To Mr. Gow, Visiting Dumfries. Роберт Бернс. Маэстро Га́у, посетившему Да́мфриз
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To Mr. Gow, Visiting Dumfries 1. Thrice welcome, king o’ rant and reel! Whaur is the bard to Scotia leal Wha wadna sing o’ sic a chiel And sic a glorious fiddle! 2. It’s but a weary […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epigram. Immediate Extempore on being Told by W. L. of the Customs Dublin that Com Goldie did not Seem Disposed to Push the Bottle. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма по поводу замечания таможенного чиновника из Дублина мистера У— Л— о том, что интендант Га́уди, не склонен к тому, чтобы распить ещё одну бутылку
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epigram. Immediate Extempore on being Told by W. L. of the Customs Dublin that Com Goldie did not Seem Disposed to Push the Bottle Friend Commissar, since we’re met and are happy, Pray why should we part without having more nappy! Bring in t’other […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph for J— H— Written in Air. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия долговязому парню, уроженцу Эйра
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph for J— H— Written in Air Here lies a Scots mile of a chiel, If he’s in heaven, Lord, fill him weel! Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия долговязому парню, уроженцу Эйра «Шотландскою милей» когда-то, поверь, Дразнили мы плоть эту тленную, И […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Maypole. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Maypole The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I’ll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown’d it. A health to my girls, Whose husbands may earls […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Farewell Frost, or Welcome Spring. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Farewell Frost, or Welcome Spring Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper; Thaw’d are the snows; and now the lusty Spring Gives to each mead a neat enamelling; The palms put forth their gems, and […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day Kindle the Christmas brand, and then Till sunset let it burn; Which quench’d, then lay it up again, Till Christmas next return. Part must be kept, wherewith to teend The Christmas log next year; And where ’tis […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Ceremony upon Candlemas Eve. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Ceremony upon Candlemas Eve Down with the rosemary, and so Down with the bays and misletoe; Down with the holly, ivy, all Wherewith ye dress’d the Christmas hall; That so the superstitious find No one least branch there left behind; For look, how […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Phillis, to Love and Live with Him. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Phillis, to Love and Live with Him Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I’ll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford Shall bless thy bed, and bless thy board. The soft sweet moss shall be thy […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Wassail. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Wassail Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. May both with manchet stand replete; Your larders, too, so hung with meat, That though a thousand, thousand eat, […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Fairies. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Fairies If ye will with Mab find grace, Set each platter in his place; Rake the fire up, and get Water in, ere sun be set. Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies, Sluts are loathsome to the fairies; Sweep your house; […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve Down with the rosemary and bays, Down with the misletoe; Instead of holly, now up-raise The greener box, for show. The holly hitherto did sway; Let box now domineer, Until the dancing Easter-day, Or Easter’s eve appear. […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The King. Редьярд Киплинг. Королева
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The King “Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men said; “With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance, And he with these. Farewell, Romance!” “Farewell, Romance!” the Lake-folk […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph on Robert Muir. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия Роберту Мью́иру
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph on Robert Muir “What Man could esteem, or what Woman could love, Was He who lies under this sod: If Such Thou refusest admittance above, Then whom wilt thou favor, Good God!” 1789 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия Роберту Мью́иру В нём женщины […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To Mr. Gow, Visiting Dumfries. Роберт Бернс. Маэстро Га́у, посетившему Да́мфриз
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To Mr. Gow, Visiting Dumfries 1. Thrice welcome, king o’ rant and reel! Whaur is the bard to Scotia leal Wha wadna sing o’ sic a chiel And sic a glorious fiddle! 2. It’s but a weary […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epigram. Immediate Extempore on being Told by W. L. of the Customs Dublin that Com Goldie did not Seem Disposed to Push the Bottle. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма по поводу замечания таможенного чиновника из Дублина мистера У— Л— о том, что интендант Га́уди, не склонен к тому, чтобы распить ещё одну бутылку
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epigram. Immediate Extempore on being Told by W. L. of the Customs Dublin that Com Goldie did not Seem Disposed to Push the Bottle Friend Commissar, since we’re met and are happy, Pray why should we part without having more nappy! Bring in t’other […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph for J— H— Written in Air. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия долговязому парню, уроженцу Эйра
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph for J— H— Written in Air Here lies a Scots mile of a chiel, If he’s in heaven, Lord, fill him weel! Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия долговязому парню, уроженцу Эйра «Шотландскою милей» когда-то, поверь, Дразнили мы плоть эту тленную, И […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. In England. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) In England In England, there are wrongs no doubt, Which should be righted; so men say, Who seek to weed earth’s garden out, And give the roses right of way; Yes, right of way, to fruit and rose, Where now but poison ivy […]