English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 7. By That Long Scan of Waves. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 7. By That Long Scan of Waves By that long scan of waves, myself call’d back, resumed upon myself, In every crest some undulating light or shade—some retrospect, Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas—scenes ephemeral, […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Wounded Daisy. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Wounded Daisy At twilight in beautiful summers, When all the dew is shed, And all the singers and hummers Are safe at home in bed, In many a nook of the meadows Fairies may linger and lurk; Look under the low […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. What Hearest Thou?. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) What Hearest Thou? What hearest thou? I hear hearts break, One or two, here and there; Cries to the dead, who do not wake; Prayers, but no answer to prayer; Words that smite and sting; Wrongs that only weep; Weak Truth […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. When the News about the ‘Trent’ Came. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) When the News about the ‘Trent’ Came Faint as a sigh the weary light Touches the verge before it drops; The rustle of descending night Is felt through all the breathless copse. A great slow shadow dims the sea, And ships come […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. To Foxes. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) To Foxes Two children are lost in a wood, What can they do? what can they do? They have not a morsel of food, And nothing to drink but dew! Looking to earth and to skies, All that they saw, all that […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Wooden Legs. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Wooden Legs Two children sat in the twilight, Murmuring soft and low; Said one, “I’ll be a sailor-lad, With my boat ahoy! yo ho! For sailors are most loved of all In every happy home, And tears of grief or gladness fall […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. The Beautiful Lady of the May. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) The Beautiful Lady of the May I. A quire of bright beauties in spring did appear, To choose a May-lady to govern the year; All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green, The garland was given, and Phillis was queen; […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. A Last Word on Shelley. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) A Last Word on Shelley Each great inrolling wave, a league of sound, All night, all day, the hostile crags confound To merest snow and smoke. The crags remain. Smile at the storm for our safe poet’s sake! Not ever this […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Valediction: R. L. S., 1894. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Valediction: R. L. S., 1894 When from the vista of the Book I shrink, From lauded pens that earn ignoble wage, Begetting nothing joyous, nothing sage, Nor keep with Shakespeare’s use one golden link; When heavily my sanguine spirits sink, To read […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Pax Paganica. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Pax Paganica Good oars, for Arnold’s sake, By Laleham lightly bound, And near the bank, O soft, Darling swan! Let not the o’erweary wake Anew from natal ground, But where he slumbered oft, Slumber on. Be less than boat or bird, […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Emily Brontë. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Emily Brontë What sacramental hurt that brings The terror of the truth of things, Had changed thee? Secret be it yet. ’Twas thine, upon a headland set, To view no isles of man’s delight With lyric foam in rainbow flight, But all […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. An Epitaph for William Hazlitt. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) An Epitaph for William Hazlitt Between the wet trees and the sorry steeple, Keep, Time, in dark Soho, what once was Hazlitt, Seeker of Truth, and finder oft of Beauty; Beauty’s a sinking light, ah, none too faithful; But Truth, who […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Writ in my Lord Clarendon’s “History of the Rebellion”. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Writ in my Lord Clarendon’s “History of the Rebellion” How life hath cheapened, and how blank The Worlde is! like a fen Where long ago unstainèd sank The starrie gentlemen: Since Marston Moor and Newbury drank King Charles his gentlemen. If […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. A Memory of a Breconshire Valley. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) A Memory of a Breconshire Valley —“Patulis ubi vallibus errans, Subjacet aëriis montibus Isca pater.” Ad Posteros. I. I followed thee, wild stream of Paradise, White Usk, forever showering the sunned bee In the pink chestnut and the hawthorn […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. A Footnote to a Famous Lyric. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) A Footnote to a Famous Lyric True love’s own talisman, which here Shakespeare and Sidney failed to teach, A steel-and-velvet Cavalier Gave to our Saxon speech: Chief miracle of theme and touch That many envy and adore: I could not love […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. For Izaak Walton. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) For Izaak Walton Can trout allure the rod of yore In Itchen stream to dip? Or lover of her banks restore That sweet Socratic lip? Old fishing and wishing Are over many a year. O hush thee, O hush thee! heart innocent […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. To Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) To Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey Young father-poet! much in you I praise Adventure high, romantic, vehement, All with inviolate honour sealed and blent, To the axe-edge that cleft your soldier bays: Your friendships too, your follies, whims, and frays; And, most, […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. Suum Cuique. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) Suum Cuique When lawless men their neighbours dispossess, The tenants they extirpate or oppress, And make rude havoc in the fruitful soil, Which the right owners ploughed with careful toil. The same proportion does in kingdoms hold; A new prince breaks the fences of […]
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 […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 7. By That Long Scan of Waves. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 7. By That Long Scan of Waves By that long scan of waves, myself call’d back, resumed upon myself, In every crest some undulating light or shade—some retrospect, Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas—scenes ephemeral, […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. Marriage A-La-Mode. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) Marriage A-La-Mode Why should a foolish marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now When passion is decay’d? We lov’d, and we lov’d, as long as we could, Till our love was lov’d out in us both: But our […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 18. Out of May’s Shows Selected. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 18. Из майских зрелищ
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 18. Out of May’s Shows Selected Apple orchards, the trees all cover’d with blossoms; Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green; The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning; The yellow, golden, transparent haze […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 16. Old Chants. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 16. Old Chants An ancient song, reciting, ending, Once gazing toward thee, Mother of All, Musing, seeking themes fitted for thee, Accept me, thou saidst, the elder ballads, And name for me before thou goest each ancient […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 12. Long, Long Hence. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 35. Из цикла «Прощай, мое Вдохновенье!». 12. Много, много времени спустя
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 12. Long, Long Hence After a long, long course, hundreds of years, denials, Accumulations, rous’d love and joy and thought, Hopes, wishes, aspirations, ponderings, victories, myriads of readers, Coating, compassing, covering—after ages’ and ages’ encrustations, Then only […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 8. An Ended Day. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 8. An Ended Day The soothing sanity and blitheness of completion, The pomp and hurried contest-glare and rush are done; Now triumph! transformation! jubilate! Walt Whitman’s other poems: Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 10. To […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 17. Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 17. Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809 To-day, from each and all, a breath of prayer—a pulse of thought, To memory of Him—to birth of Him. Walt Whitman’s other poems: Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 5. And Yet Not You Alone. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 5. And Yet Not You Alone And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb, Nor you, ye lost designs alone—nor failures, aspirations; I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour’s seeming; Duly by you, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 22. Death of General Grant. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 22. Death of General Grant As one by one withdraw the lofty actors, From that great play on history’s stage eterne, That lurid, partial act of war and peace—of old and new contending, Fought out through wrath, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 15. To-Day and Thee. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 15. To-Day and Thee The appointed winners in a long-stretch’d game; The course of Time and nations—Egypt, India, Greece and Rome; The past entire, with all its heroes, histories, arts, experiments, Its store of songs, inventions, voyages, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 8. Then Last Of All. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 8. Then Last Of All Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill, Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning: Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 29. The Dead Tenor. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 29. The Dead Tenor As down the stage again, With Spanish hat and plumes, and gait inimitable, Back from the fading lessons of the past, I’d call, I’d tell and own, How much from thee! the revelation […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. Epitaph on the Lady Whitmore. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) Epitaph on the Lady Whitmore Fair, kind, and true, a treasure each alone, A wife, a mistress, and a friend, in one; Rest in this tomb, raised at thy husband’s cost, Here sadly summing, what he had, and lost. Come, virgins, ere in equal […]