English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. A Tomboy. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) A Tomboy That long-legged darling, Alice James, Plays cricket with the Johnson boys; A dozen engines could not make So shrill a noise. She’s only twelve, and so, unfrocked Beyond her sometimes shameless knee; And never maiden longed so much A boy […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Golf Steals Our Youth. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Golf Steals Our Youth Have you seen the golfers airy Prancing forth to their vagary, Just as frisky in their gaiters As a flock of Grecian Satyrs, Looking everything heroic, And magnificently stoic, In a dress of such a pattern As would fright […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Lightning. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Lightning (Greased) Who is Kortright? what is He That Lang doth so commend him? Bowly, fierce and fast is he; The heaven such pace did lend him That he might admired be. Fast he is, but is he fair? For throwing […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. Looking Down. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) Looking Down Mountains of sorrow, I have heard your moans, And the moving of your pines; but we sit high On your green shoulders, nearer stoops the sky, And pure airs visit us from all the zones. Sweet world beneath, too happy far to […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Christmas. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Christmas How grace this hallowed day? Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire, Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the children play? Alas! for many a moon, That tongueless tower hath cleaved the Sabbath air, Mute as an obelisk […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Retirement. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Retirement My gentle friend! I hold no creed so false As that which dares to teach that we are born For battle only, and that in this life The soul, if it would burn with starlike power, Must needs forsooth be kindled by the […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. To Thee. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) To Thee Draw close the lattice and the door! Shut out the very stars above! No other eyes than mine shall pore Upon this thrilling tale of love. As, since the book was open last, Along its dear and sacred text No other eyes […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Flower-Life. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Flower-Life I think that, next to your sweet eyes, And pleasant books, and starry skies, I love the world of flowers; Less for their beauty of a day, Than for the tender things they say, And for a creed I’ve held alway, That they […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. A Dedication. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) A Dedication To K. S. G. Fair Saxon, in my lover’s creed, My love were smaller than your meed, And you might justly deem it slight, As wanting truth as well as sight, If, in that image which is shrined Where thoughts are […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Madeline. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Madeline O lady! if, until this hour, I’ve gazed in those bewildering eyes, Yet never owned their touching power, But when thou couldst not hear my sighs; It has not been that love has slept One single moment in my soul, Or that on […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. The Lily Confidante. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) The Lily Confidante Lily! lady of the garden! Let me press my lip to thine! Love must tell its story, Lily! Listen thou to mine. Two I choose to know the secret— Thee, and yonder wordless flute; Dragons watch me, tender Lily, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Hark to the Shouting Wind. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Hark to the Shouting Wind Hark to the shouting Wind! Hark to the flying Rain! And I care not though I never see A bright blue sky again. There are thoughts in my breast to-day That are not for human speech; But I […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Youth and Manhood. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Youth and Manhood Another year! a short one, if it flow Like that just past, And I shall stand—if years can make me so— A man at last. Yet, while the hours permit me, I would pause And contemplate The lot whereto unalterable […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. A Year’s Courtship. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) A Year’s Courtship I saw her, Harry, first, in March— You know the street that leadeth down By the old bridge’s crumbling arch?— Just where it leaves the dusty town A lonely house stands grim and dark— You’ve seen it? then I need […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. Dora. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) Dora A waxing moon that, crescent yet, In all its silver beauty set, And rose no more in the lonesome night To shed full-orbed its longed-for light. Then was it dark; on wold and lea, In home, in heart, the hours were drear. Father […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Spring. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Spring Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air Which dwells with all things fair, Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain, Is with us once again. Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Meeting. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Meeting Two that wrecked each other’s hope, Parting coldly in their prime, Met upon the downward slope, Taught by tears, and calmed by time, Under Autumn’s perfect trees, Dropping bright remembrances. There they spread their stories out, Face to face, and […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Bruce and Douglas. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Bruce and Douglas LAY THE FIRST THE DEATH OF BRUCE There is darkness in the chamber, There is silence by the hearth, For pale, and cold, and dying, Lies a great one of the earth; That eye’s dim ray is faint […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Hunting the Wind. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Hunting the Wind When the fire is burning bright, And the kettle hums and sings In the happy winter night, Children talk of many things: Talk of mermaids in the sea, And of fairies in the wood, Pretty things that ought to […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. For Music. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) For Music Weep not for death, ‘Tis but a fever still’d, A pang suppress’d, a fear at rest, A solemn hope fulfill’d; The moonlight on the sea asleep Is not more calm: why shouldst thou weep? Weep, weep, for change, For gleams […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Lilies. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Lilies A child is lying fast asleep Down where the lilies grow, And the lilies nod and peep, Quite pleased to have him so. And the lilies softly say, “We must not sleep, you know; Lest he wake and run away, Fast […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Nelly’s Shilling. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Nelly’s Shilling O’er the soft green meadow-lands Little Nelly trips along, With a basket in her hands And upon her lips a song,— Singing, “Buy my watercresses, Watercresses, great and small; Mother in such deep distress is, If I do not sell […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Slain. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Slain Let her lie upon your heart while she faints, Where she slept such a short time ago; O! she’s young to be crowned with the saints— Hold her fast, mother, do not let her go! The roses are not dead on […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Captivity of Coeur de Lion. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Captivity of Coeur de Lion LAY THE FIRST THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE KING In the realm of sunny Palestine, Realm of the rose, the palm, the vine, The warrior-king hath fought; And the valour of his strong right hand Free […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The English Merchant and the Saracen Lady. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The English Merchant and the Saracen Lady LAY THE FIRST It was a merchant, a merchant of fame, And he sail’d to the Holy Land; Gilbert à Becket was his name; And he went to trade with the Syrians rich For […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. A Winter Song. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) A Winter Song Came the dread Archer up yonder lawn — Night is the time for the old to die — But woe for an arrow that smote the fawn, When the hind that was sick unscathed went by. Father lay moaning, Her […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Knighting of Count Geoffrey of Anjou. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Knighting of Count Geoffrey of Anjou Oh, listen, ye dames and ye lordlings all; For never before or since Was there known so stately a festival As that which at Rouen did befall At the knighting of a prince. Count Geoffrey […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Little Queen. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Little Queen A little child—scarce eight years old— And she was crowned a queen! Oh, strange and scarcely to be told Must her young thoughts have been; For how should pomp, and storm, and strife, And prideful discontent, With childhood’s soft […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Sick Child. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Sick Child Bird, are you singing to me, Perch’d on my own window-sill? Can you, in your little brain, Knowledge have and thought retain, That I am lying here in pain, Weary, weak, and ill? Is that pretty music mine? Sweeter […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Vow of Cortes. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Vow of Cortes Word was brought where Cortes lay On the shores of Coronzel, That, pent from the blessed light of day And the free breath of generous air, A band of Christians captive were In the hands of the Indians […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Rooks’ Petition. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Rooks’ Petition “Bear with us! Your garden shows Many a snug and comely nest; But the very leaf we chose Is for us the only best; And you would not wish a change In the music of our words, If […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 21. With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 21. О глухой, грубый голос мятежного моря!
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 21. With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea! With husky-haughty lips, O sea! Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, (I see and plainly list thy talk and conference […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 40. The Voice of the Rain. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 40. The Voice of the Rain And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 44. Stronger Lessons. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 44. Лучшие уроки
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 44. Stronger Lessons Have you learn’d lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learn’d great lessons from those who reject you, and brace themselves […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 56. Old Age’s Lambent Peaks. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 56. Old Age’s Lambent Peaks The touch of flame—the illuminating fire—the loftiest look at last, O’er city, passion, sea—o’er prairie, mountain, wood—the earth itself, The airy, different, changing hues of all, in failing twilight, Objects and groups, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 53. The Dismantled Ship. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 53. Без мачт и парусов
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 53. The Dismantled Ship In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay, On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore, An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d ship, disabled, done, After free voyages to all the seas of earth, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 48. Twilight. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 47. Сумерки
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 48. Twilight The soft voluptuous opiate shades, The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d—(I too will soon be gone, dispell’d,) A haze—nirwana—rest and night—oblivion. Перевод на русский язык Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 47. […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 38. Thanks in Old Age. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 38. Стариковское спасибо
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 38. Thanks in Old Age Thanks in old age—thanks ere I go, For health, the midday sun, the impalpable air—for life, mere life, For precious ever-lingering memories, (of you my mother dear—you, father—you, brothers, sisters, friends,) For […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 32. Life. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 32. Life Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man; (Have former armies fail’d? then we send fresh armies—and fresh again;) Ever the grappled mystery of all earth’s ages old or new; Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 20. Election Day, November, 1884. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 20. Election Day, November, 1884 If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, ‘Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite—nor […]