English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. To My Dear Friend M. Ben Jonson, on His Fox. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) To My Dear Friend M. Ben Jonson, on His Fox If it might stand with justice to allow The swift conversion of all follies; now, Such is my mercy, that I could admit All sorts should equally approve the wit Of this thy even […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. An Elegy on the Death of the Virtuous Lady Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) An Elegy on the Death of the Virtuous Lady Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland I may forget to drink, to eat, to sleep, Remembering thee: but when I do, to weep In well-weighed lines, that men shall at thy hearse Envy the sorrow which brought […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. The Conclusion. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) The Conclusion Sleep not too much; nor longer than asleep Within thy bed thy lazy body keep; For when thou, warm awake, shall feel it soft, Fond cogitations will assail thee oft: Then start up early, study, work, or write, Let labour, others’ toil, […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. On the Marriage of a Beauteous Young Gentlewoman with an Ancient Man. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) On the Marriage of a Beauteous Young Gentlewoman with an Ancient Man Fondly, too curious Nature, to adorn Aurora with the blushes of the morn: Why do her rosy lips breath gums and spice; Unto the East, and sweet to Paradise? Why do her […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. The Author to the Reader. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) The Author to the Reader I sing the fortune of a luckless pair, Whose spotless souls now in one body be; For beauty still is Prodromus to care, Crost by the sad stars of nativity: And of the strange enchantment of a well, Given […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. The Choice. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) The Choice The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark. When all that story’s finished, what’s the news? In […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Town of Hay. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Town of Hay The town of Hay is far away, The town of Hay is far; Between its hills of green and gray Its winding meadows are. Within the quiet town of Hay Is many a quiet glen, And there […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Man from the Crowd. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Man from the Crowd Men seem as alike as the leaves on the trees, As alike as the bees in a swarming of bees; And we look at the millions that make up the state All equally little and equally great, […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Trumpets. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Trumpets The trumpets were calling me over the hill, And I was a boy and knew nothing of men; But they filled all the vale with their clangorous trill, And flooded the gloom of the glen. “The trumpets,” I cried, […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. Quarrel in Old Age. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) Quarrel in Old Age WHERE had her sweetness gone? What fanatics invent In this blind bitter town, Fantasy or incident Not worth thinking of, put her in a rage. I had forgiven enough That had forgiven old age. All lives that has […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. Wisdom. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) Wisdom THE true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary. Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeller; Swept the Sawdust from the floor Of that working-carpenter. Miracle had its playtime where In damask clothed and on a seat […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. The Glance. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) The Glance Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endure From the next glance a double calenture Of fire and lust! Two flames, two Semeles, Dwell in those eyes, whose looser glowing rays Would thaw the frozen Russian into lust, And parch tile negro’s […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. The Choice. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) The Choice The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark. When all that story’s finished, what’s the news? In […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. Mr. Francis Beaumont’s Letter to Ben Jonson. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) Mr. Francis Beaumont’s Letter to Ben Jonson The sun, which doth the greatest comfort bring To absent friends (because the self-same thing They know they see, however absent), is Here our best hay-maker (forgive me this, It is our country style); in this warm […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. To the True Patroness of All Poetry, Calliope. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) To the True Patroness of All Poetry, Calliope It is a statute in deep wisdom’s lore, That for his lines none should a patron chuse By wealth and poverty, by less or more, But who the same is able to peruse: Nor ought a […]
English Poetry. Francis Beaumont. Lay a Garland on My Hearse. Фрэнсис Бомонт.
Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) * * * Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew, Maidens, willow branches bear, Say I died true. My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth; Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth. Francis Beaumont’s […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Town of Hay. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Town of Hay The town of Hay is far away, The town of Hay is far; Between its hills of green and gray Its winding meadows are. Within the quiet town of Hay Is many a quiet glen, And there […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Man from the Crowd. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Man from the Crowd Men seem as alike as the leaves on the trees, As alike as the bees in a swarming of bees; And we look at the millions that make up the state All equally little and equally great, […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Trumpets. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Trumpets The trumpets were calling me over the hill, And I was a boy and knew nothing of men; But they filled all the vale with their clangorous trill, And flooded the gloom of the glen. “The trumpets,” I cried, […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Cavour. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Cavour I met a woman, weeping by the sea, Not patiently, as women sit and weep, But running, white with passion, wild with fear, And as she ran she cried, “Cavour is dead!” And cast the grey sea-sand upon her hair, And […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Copernicus. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Copernicus The mountain church of Frauenburg Hath many a narrow bed, Where the oaken cross points upward, And peasants weep their dead; Stand we beside this graven stone, And veil the reverent brow, And muse upon the mighty one Whose body lies […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Love for the Young. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Love for the Young Not only for yourselves, but for the years Which you, not knowing, bring to me anew, Are you so dear that I consider you With this persistency of quiet tears; For many silent tones are in your speech, […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Odin’s Sacrifice. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Odin’s Sacrifice Thirty days have trickled by Since the grisly Plague drew nigh, Since he breathed into the woods, And the mountain solitudes, Soft recesses, spreading lights, Steadfast waters, purple heights, Such a spirit of despair You might see that Death was […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. Quarrel in Old Age. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) Quarrel in Old Age WHERE had her sweetness gone? What fanatics invent In this blind bitter town, Fantasy or incident Not worth thinking of, put her in a rage. I had forgiven enough That had forgiven old age. All lives that has […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Francis the First at Liberty. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Francis the First at Liberty AFTER THAT SHAMEFUL IMPRISONMENT WHICH WAS THE RESULT OF HIS DEFEAT AT PAVIA I am once more a king! Wave forth my pennon fair! My foot is on mine own dear soil, I am […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. I Went to Look for Roses. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) * * * I went to look for roses When snow was on the ground, Alas, a wither’d thorn-bush Was all the flowers I found! I thought of summer-blossoms Alight with dews of morn, And down I sate me weeping Beside the […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Moral. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Moral At the moral of this song Let no foolish fellow scoff; If your beard is thought too long, You had better cut it off. What the barber typifies Is so plain to honest eyes, That its meaning to define Never shall […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Our Welcome to Garibaldi. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Our Welcome to Garibaldi Welcome, because the glory of thy wreath Had never shade nor stain; Because thy sword sprang never from its sheath Except to cleave a chain; Because thy hands, outstretched to all who live, Armed, not for thine own […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Sunset. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Sunset Is it the foot of God Upon the waters, that they seethe and blaze As when of old He trod The desert ways, And through the night, Fearful and far His pillar pour’d its light? O! for strong wings to fly […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Ranger. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Ranger A little boat in a cave, And a child there fast asleep; Floating out on a wave, Out to the perilous deep— Out to the living waters, That brightly dance and gleam, And dash their foam about him, To wake him […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Brethren of Port Royal. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Brethren of Port Royal Upon St. Mary’s night Was met a holy band, In prayer and fasting to unite For their afflicted land; The moon shone clear and pale Upon the house of prayer, And the solemn organ-tones did sail Along […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Lay of King James I in his Captivity. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Lay of King James I in his Captivity Morn to eve, and eve to morn, Listless heart and eyes unsleeping— Want, or woe, or pain, or scorn, O’er this lifeless desert sweeping, Welcome were, as pangs, for me Breaking death’s dread […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Little Schooner. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Little Schooner They built a little ship, By the rough sea-side; They laid her keel in hope, And they launched it in pride. Five-and-twenty working men, All day and half night, Were hammering and clamouring To make her all right. […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Priest’s Speech. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Priest’s Speech “Odin hath spoken! The king of heaven Answer dark to my prayer hath given; Odin hath spoken a fearful thing,— Hear, O people! and hear, O King! The vow ye but this moment heard in the far sky registered. […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. Wisdom. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) Wisdom THE true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary. Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeller; Swept the Sawdust from the floor Of that working-carpenter. Miracle had its playtime where In damask clothed and on a seat […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Story of Queen Isabel. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Story of Queen Isabel In the grey halls of Hugh de Lusignan Dwelt Princess Isabel, too wild a bird For such a cage, for she was scarce fifteen; Life quiver’d like a rosebud in her hand, Showing the bloom and fragrance […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Wind Me a Summer Crown. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) * * * ‘WIND me a summer crown,’ she said, ‘And set it on my brows; For I must go, while I am young, Home to my Father’s house. ‘And make me ready for the day, And let me not be […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Three Voices. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Three Voices What saith the Past to thee? Weep! Truth is departed! Beauty hath died like the dream of a sleep, Love is faint-hearted. Trifles of sense, the profoundly unreal, Scare from our spirits God’s holy ideal; So, like a funeral bell […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Wishes. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Wishes Looking back, Wander we through life’s long track, Looking back, Where a parted sun’s soft ray Lingers yet across the way. Gazing home, As the slow bark cleaves the foam, Gazing home; Seems the haven far before Nought to that […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The True Bible. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The True Bible What is the world’s true Bible — ‘tis the highest thought of man, The thought distilled through ages since the dawn of thought began. And each age adds a word thereto, some psalm or promise sweet – And the […]