English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. Odium Theologicum. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) Odium Theologicum I They met and they talked where the crossroads meet, Four men from the four winds come, And they talked of the horse, for they loved the theme, And never a man was dumb. The man from the North […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. An Informal Prayer – the Prayer of Cyrus Brown. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) An Informal Prayer – the Prayer of Cyrus Brown “The proper way for a man to pray” said Deacon Lemuel Keyes, “and the only proper attitude is down upon his knees.” “Nay, I should say the way to pray,” said Reverend […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Poster-Painter’s Masterpiece. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Poster-Painter’s Masterpiece “Let us paint a landscape in June,” he cried; “A Landscape in high June.” And the poster-painter swelled with pride And trilled a merry tune. And he painted five cows in Antwerp blue (For he was a poster-painter true), […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Caroline Chisholm. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Caroline Chisholm “A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command.” The Priests and the Levites went forth, to feast at the courts of the Kings; They were vain of their greatness and worth, and gladdened with glittering […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Our Jack. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Our Jack Twelve years ago our Jack was lost. All night, Twelve years ago, the Spirit of the Storm Sobbed round our camp. A wind of northern hills That hold a cold companionship with clouds Came down, and wrestled like a […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. Her Triumph. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) Her Triumph I did the dragon’s will until you came Because I had fancied love a casual Improvisation, or a settled game That followed if I let the kerchief fall: Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings And heavenly music […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Sedan. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Sedan Another battle! and the sounds have rolled By many a gloomy gorge and wasted plain O’er huddled hills and mountains manifold, Like winds that run before a heavy rain When Autumn lops the leaves and drooping grain, And earth lies […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Elijah. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Elijah Into that good old Hebrew’s soul sublime The spirit of the wilderness had passed; For where the thunders of imperial Storm Rolled over mighty hills; and where the caves Of cloud-capt Horeb rang with hurricane; And where wild-featured Solitude did […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Rizpah. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Rizpah Said one who led the spears of swarthy Gad, To Jesse’s mighty son: “My Lord, O King, I, halting hard by Gibeon’s bleak-blown hill Three nightfalls past, saw dark-eyed Rizpah, clad In dripping sackcloth, pace with naked feet The flinty […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Ned the Larrikin. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Ned the Larrikin A song that is bitter with grief—a ballad as pale as the light That comes with the fall of the leaf, I sing to the shadows to-night. The laugh on the lyrical lips is sadder than laughter […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Manasseh. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Manasseh Manasseh, lord of Judah, and the son Of him who, favoured of Jehovah, saw At midnight, when the skies were flushed with fire, The splendid mystery of the shining air, That flamed above the black Assyrian camps, And breathed upon […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). In Memoriam—Nicol Drysdale Stenhouse. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). In Memoriam—Nicol Drysdale Stenhouse Shall he, on whom the fair lord, Delphicus, Turned gracious eyes and countenance of shine, Be left to lie without a wreath from us, To sleep without a flower upon his shrine? Shall he, the son […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). James Lionel Michael. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). James Lionel Michael Be his rest the rest he sought: Calm and deep. Let no wayward word or thought Vex his sleep. Peace—the peace that no man knows— Now remains Where the wasted woodwind blows, Wakes and wanes. Latter […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Australia Vindex. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Australia Vindex This were written for “Prince Alfred’s Wreath”, published in Sydney in 1868. While in Sydney, the Prince was shot at by a fanatic and slightly injured. Who cometh from fields of the south With raiment of […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Deniehy’s Dream. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Deniehy’s Dream Just when the western light Flickered out dim, Flushing the mountain-side, Summit and rim, A last, low, lingering gleam Fell on a yellow stream, And then there came a dream Shining to him. Splendours miraculous Mixed with his […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). In Hyde Park. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). In Hyde Park This were written for “Prince Alfred’s Wreath”, published in Sydney in 1868. While in Sydney, the Prince was shot at by a fanatic and slightly injured. They come from the highways of labour, From labour […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. Crazy Jane on God. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) Crazy Jane on God That lover of a night Came when he would, Went in the dawning light Whether I would or no; Men come, men go; All things remain in God. Banners choke the sky; Men-at-arms tread; Armoured horses neigh […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Sonnets. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Sonnets To N. D. Stenhouse, Esq. Dark days have passed, but you who taught me then To look upon the world with trustful eyes, Are not forgotten! Quick to sympathise With noble thoughts, I’ve dreamt of moments when Your low […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Dungog. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Dungog Here, pent about by office walls And barren eyes all day, ‘Tis sweet to think of waterfalls Two hundred miles away! I would not ask you, friends, to brook An old, old truth from me, If I could shut […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Cui Bono?. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Cui Bono? A clamour by day and a whisper by night, And the Summer comes—with the shining noons, With the ripple of leaves, and the passionate light Of the falling suns and the rising moons. And the ripple of leaves […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). To Henry Halloran. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). To Henry Halloran You know I left my forest home full loth, And those weird ways I knew so well and long, Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth Of twisted thorn and kurrajong. It seems to me, my friend (and […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). The Bereaved One. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). The Bereaved One She sleeps—and I see through a shadowy haze, Where the hopes of the past and the dreams that I cherished In the sunlight of brighter and happier days, As the mists of the morning, have faded and perished. […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook I The First Attempt to Reach the Shore Where is the painter who shall paint for you, My Austral brothers, with a pencil steeped In hues of Truth, the […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). The Helmsman. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). The Helmsman Like one who meets a staggering blow, The stout old ship doth reel, And waters vast go seething past— But will it last, this fearful blast, On straining shroud and groaning mast, O sailor at the wheel? His […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). To——. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). To—— Ah, often do I wait and watch, And look up, straining through the Real With longing eyes, my friend, to catch Faint glimpses of your white Ideal. I know she loved to rest her feet By slumbrous seas and […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). The Ivy on the Wall. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). The Ivy on the Wall The verdant ivy clings around Yon moss be-mantled wall, As if it sought to hide the stones, That crumbling soon must fall: That relic of a bygone age Now tottering to decay, Has but one friend—the […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). After Many Years. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). After Many Years The song that once I dreamed about, The tender, touching thing, As radiant as the rose without— The love of wind and wing— The perfect verses, to the tune Of woodland music set, As beautiful as […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. Thick Orchards. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) Thick Orchards ‘The time of the singing of birds is come.’ Thick orchards, all in white, Stand ‘neath blue voids of light, And birds among the branches blithely sing, For they have all they know; There is no more, but so, All perfectness […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Children on the Shore. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Children on the Shore We are building little homes on the sands, We are making little rooms very gay, We are busy with our hearts and our hands, We are sorry that the time flits away. Oh, why are the minutes in […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Earl Strongbow. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Earl Strongbow Earl Strongbow lies in Dublin towers, Begirt by a mighty host; At the horn’s wild sound they have gather’d around From forest, hill, and coast. There are thirty thousand island men, With spears, and bows, and darts; Earl Strongbow has […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Garibaldi at Varignano. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Garibaldi at Varignano Never subdued till now, Wounded perhaps to death, Did Italy strike the blow? Say it under your breath! She struck him; we strive in vain To cover the pain, the shame,— She struck him who struck not again, But […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Jack and Ned. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Jack and Ned When the ship is but a speck To the landsman’s feeble eye, Sailors, lying on the deck, Feel at home with sea and sky: When the land’s no longer seen Light of heart the sailor is; Nothing sea and […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Old Donald. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Old Donald Up in the Highlands of Scotland The fairies are very rude; I do not know if all are so— Some of them may be good. But I will write you a story Of the events of a night; And as […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Puck. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Puck She is sleeping on the grass, Where her daily footsteps pass; All her errands left undone At the bidding of the sun; From the glory of whose ray Shining eyes are hid away. And, for aught that we can tell, Little […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Battle of Antioch. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Battle of Antioch The clear eye of morning was cloudless and blue, And the air was all fresh with the fragrance of dew, And the cheeks of the Christians with watching were pale; But their hearts were as strong as their […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Enemies. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Enemies PART I Oh, fair was Countess Isadoure, The Ladye of Leòn, And she unto her highest tower, With all her maids, is gone; A veil of lace, in modest grace, Was wrapt her brow around; Her vesture fair of […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Hermit of Gibralter. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Hermit of Gibralter (A TRUE STORY) He died among the flowers, when dawn was leaping Like a freed lion through the sever’d east; ‘Twere but a waste of tears to mourn him, sleeping White-hair’d and calm, his Bible on his […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Little Maiden. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Little Maiden There was a little maiden, She was not six years old; Blue were her eyes as summer skies, Her hair like burnish’d gold; She took her wicker basket, With rosy ribbons twined, And little Jane ran down the lane […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. The Mariner’s Cave. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) The Mariner’s Cave Once on a time there walked a mariner, That had been shipwrecked;—on a lonely shore, And the green water made a restless stir, And a great flock of mews sped on before. He had nor food nor shelter, for the tide […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The New Forest. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The New Forest There moves a sad procession Across the silent vale, With backward-glancing eyes of grief, And tearful cheeks all pale. Scatter’d and slow, without array, With wavering feet they go, Yet with a kind of solemn pace— The measured tread […]