English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Shadow from the Valley. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Shadow from the Valley The child upon the mountain-side Plays fearless and at ease, While the hush of purple evening Spreads over earth and seas; The valley lies in shadow, But the valley lies afar, And the mountain is a slope […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Tournament. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Tournament The churches twelve of Wallingford A stately sight they were, When gleaming shields were hanging From every column fair; For a mile around the city Earth’s alter’d face was bright With banner and pavilion, With steed, and squire, and knight. […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. To a Little Girl. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) To a Little Girl AGED THREE YEARS AND A HALF Deep in thy round blue eyes Asleep thy spirit lies, Or half-awake and wanton in its play, As are the thoughts of those Who dally with repose, Dreaming at noon the […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Waiting for the Tide. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Waiting for the Tide (Suggested by a picture painted by W.W. Fenn, Esq.) Come down, those shadowed sands invite, And that soft glory on the deep; We breathe an atmosphere of light, Subtle as dew, and calm as sleep. See, here […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Dorothy in the Garret. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Dorothy in the Garret In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards, Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards; Seeking some bundle of patches, hid Far under the eaves, or bunch of sage, Or satchel hung […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. The Vagabonds. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) The Vagabonds WE are two travellers, Roger and I. Roger ’s my dog.—Come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentlemen,—mind your eye! Over the table,—look out for the lamp! The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we ’ve tramped […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Nativity. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Nativity THISTLE and serpent we exterminate, Yet blame them not; and righteously abhor The crimes of men with all their kind at war, Whom we may stay or slay, but not in hate. By blood and brain we are predestinate Each to […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. The Old Man of the Mountains under the Moon and Stars. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) The Old Man of the Mountains under the Moon and Stars FROM the house of desolation, From the doors of lamentation, I went forth into the midnight and the vistas of the moon; Where through aisles high-arched and shady Paced the pale […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Menotomy Lake. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Menotomy Lake THE INDIAN CAMP. OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast; Out from the mystery Of yet more shadowy times, a pathless past, Untracked by History; Strangely he comes into our commonplace, Prosaic present; And, like a faded […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. Strife and Peace. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) Strife and Peace The yellow poplar leaves came down And like a carpet lay, No waftings were in the sunny air To flutter them away; And he stepped on blithe and debonair That warm October day. ‘The boy,’ saith he, ‘hath got his […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Old Robin. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Old Robin SELL old Robin, do you say? Well, I reckon not today! I have let you have your way with the land, With the meadows and the fallows, draining swamps and filling hollows, And you’re mighty deep, Dan Alvord! but the […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. The Tragedy Queen. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) The Tragedy Queen HER triumphs are over, the crown Has passed from her brow; And she smiles, “To whom now does the town My poor laurels allow?” It has wept for her, dying, a hundred times, With mimic passion, in mimic crimes: […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. A Home Idyl. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) A Home Idyl I. OVER the valley the storm-clouds blow, Dark and low; The wild air whitens with flying snow. Through the timber two lovers ride, Side by side, Wrapped in a shaggy buffalo-hide. The winter has paved for […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. The Boy I Love. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) The Boy I Love MY boy, do you know the boy I love? I fancy I see him now; His forehead bare in the sweet spring air, With the wind of hope in his waving hair, The sunrise on his brow. […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Cherub Year. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Cherub Year O infant New Year! free from stain, With spotless heart and wide, pure eyes, Young king of all the broad domain That stretches underneath yon skies, Know ye how great is thy estate? Know ye the glory that ye wear? […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Baby Eva. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Baby Eva [Lines to the sweetest little girl in the world.] Sitting and watching the fire-light fall In fitful gleams, on floor, and wall, I think of the fairest of baby-girls, With bright blue eyes, and sunny curls, With two round cheeks, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Bachelor to a Married Flirt. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Bachelor to a Married Flirt All that a man can say of woman’s charms, Mine eyes have spoken and my lips have told To you a thousand times. Your perfect arms, (A replica from that lost Melos mould) The fair, firm crescents […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. At Forty-Eight. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) At Forty-Eight At twilight, vis-a-vis with fate, She sat, unhappy and alone, Her milestones numbered forty-eight, No other pathway crossed her own. No tender voice robbed age of gloom, No smiling faces cheered her sight. There only glided through the room The […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Art and Heart. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Art and Heart Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover, It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over. Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it, And […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. America. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) America I am the refuge of all the oppressed, I am the boast of the free, I am the harbor where ships may rest Safely ‘twixt sea and sea. I hold up a torch to a darkened world, I lighten the path with […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. Sand Martins. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) Sand Martins I passed an inland-cliff precipitate; From tiny caves peeped many a soot-black poll; In each a mother-martin sat elate, And of the news delivered her small soul. Fantastic chatter! hasty, glad, and gay, Whereof the meaning was not ill to tell: […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Affirm. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Affirm Body and mind, and spirit, all combine To make the Creature, human and divine. Of this great trinity no part deny. Affirm, affirm, the Great Eternal I. Affirm the body, beautiful and whole, The earth-expression of immortal soul. Affirm […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. The Dawning. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) The Dawning Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns: Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth, Unfold thy forehead, gather’d into frowns: Thy Saviour comes, and with Him mirth: Awake, awake; And with a thankful heart his comforts take, But thou dost […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Affliction (III). Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Affliction (III) My heart did heave, and there came forth, O God! By that I knew that thou wast in the grief, To guide and govern it to my relief, Making a scepter of the rod: Hadst thou not had […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Charms and Knots. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Charms and Knots Who reade a chapter when they rise, Shall ne’re be troubled with ill eyes. A poore man’s rod, when thou dost ride, Is both a weapon and a guide. Who shuts his hand, hath lost his gold: Who […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. A Dialogue-Anthem. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) A Dialogue-Anthem Alas, poor Death! Where is thy glory? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting? Alas, poor mortal, void of story! Go spell and read how I have killed thy King. Poor Death! And who was hurt thereby? Thy […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Love (Immortal Love, authour of this great frame). Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Love (Immortal Love, authour of this great frame) I. Immortal Love, authour of this great frame, Sprung from that beautie which can never fade; How hath man parcel’d out thy glorious name, And thrown it on that dust which thou hast made, […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Jordan. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Jordan Who sayes that fictions onely and false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beautie? Is all good structure in a winding stair? May no lines passe, except they do their dutie Not to a true, but painted chair? […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Sin’s Round. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Sin’s Round Sorrie I am, my God, sorrie I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working like a busie flame, Untill their cockatrice they hatch and bring: And when they once have perfected their draughts, My words […]
English Poetry. Thomas Gent. The Chain-Pier, Brighton. Томас Гент.
Thomas Gent (Томас Гент) The Chain-Pier, Brighton A Sketch Hail, lovely morn! and thou, all-beauteous sea! Sun-sparkling with the diamond’s countless rays: Thy look, how tranquil, one eternal calm, Which seems to woo the troubled soul to peace! Now, all is sunshine, and thy boundless breast Scarce […]
English Poetry. Thomas Gent. Written to the Lady of Dr. George Birkbeck. Томас Гент.
Thomas Gent (Томас Гент) Written to the Lady of Dr. George Birkbeck President of the London Mechanic’s Institution, and of the Chemical and Meteorological Societies. Founder and Patron of the Glasgow Mechanic’s Institute, &c. &c. &c. Lady unknown! a pilgrim from the shrine Of Poesy’s […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. On a Picture. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) On a Picture As a forlorn soul waiting by the Styx Dimly expectant of lands yet more dim, Might peer afraid where shadows change and mix Till the dark ferryman shall come for him. And past all hope a long ray in his […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Actor. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Actor Oh, man, with your wonderful dower, Oh, woman, with genius and grace, You can teach the whole world with your power, If you are but worthy the place. The stage is a force and a factor In moulding the thought of […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Chuck Her Up. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Chuck Her Up The leader was mightily pleased when he saw That vanguard of his, with their trailing spears, Stand up from their stoop by a common law And welcome the sea with a round of cheers! No doubt that he laughed as […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Revenge. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Revenge Last week, when conning Cicero In New Big School, Smith called me, by a paraphrase, A senseless mule: I wasn’t sharp enough just then To answer, Jack, That pots had oft been known to call The kettles black! And in the […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Church Cricketant. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Church Cricketant I bowled three sanctified souls With three consecutive balls! What do I care if Blondin trod Over Niagara Falls? What do I care for the loon in the Pit Or the gilded earl in the Stalls? I bowled three curates […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. O Bowler, Bowler. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) O Bowler, Bowler O Bowler, Bowler, when the day is hot, Nor any more a wicket you can get; When Curl and Length and Pace are Gone to Pot Before the blade of him serenely set, IS life worth living–life which only means […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Star-Gazing. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Star-Gazing Astronomers, working like niggers, Neck-deep in morasses of figures, From Cricketing vainly would wean us With diagrams, even of Venus. We rather would watch a good bowler Than Bears, be they little or Polar; And bar, though of masculine genus, Wise […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Quinquaginta Annos Natus. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Quinquaginta Annos Natus Old Bag and Bat, no more together We take the train to Barnes or Tooting; No more I’ll gallop for the leather, Nor grumble when the ball keeps shooting: I’ve fetched her many a handsome clout At Rugby, Nottingham, and […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Advice Gratis. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Advice Gratis If lightning-like you send her down, And yet the batsman scores With here a One and there a Two, And then a brace of Fours; If calmly confident he stands, And makes the leather fly Past all your slips to dash […]