English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 30. Continuities. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 30. Continuities Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, No birth, identity, form—no object of the world. Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing; Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain. […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 23. Red Jacket (From Aloft). Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 23. Red Jacket (From Aloft) Upon this scene, this show, Yielded to-day by fashion, learning, wealth, (Nor in caprice alone—some grains of deepest meaning,) Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from distant sky-clouds’ blended shapes, As some old tree, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 2. Had I the Choice. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». «Мысли на морском берегу». 2. Если бы мог я
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 2. Had I the Choice Had I the choice to tally greatest bards, To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will, Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax, Or Shakspere’s […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 13. America. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 13. America Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old, Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich, Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love, A grand, sane, towering, seated […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Flos Lunae. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Flos Lunae I would not alter thy cold eyes, Nor trouble the calm fount of speech With aught of passion or surprise. The heart of thee I cannot reach: I would not alter thy cold eyes! I would not alter thy […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 4. To Those Who’ve Fail’d. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 4. Тем, кто потерпел поражение
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 4. To Those Who’ve Fail’d To those who’ve fail’d, in aspiration vast, To unnam’d soldiers fallen in front on the lead, To calm, devoted engineers—to over-ardent travelers—to pilots on their ships, To many a lofty song and […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 26. Broadway. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 26. Broadway What hurrying human tides, or day or night! What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim thy waters! What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee! What curious questioning glances—glints of love! Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 1. The Pilot in the Mist. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 1. The Pilot in the Mist Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence, A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why, Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;) Again ’tis […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 11. The Wallabout Martyrs. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 11. The Wallabout Martyrs Greater than memory of Achilles or Ulysses, More, more by far to thee than tomb of Alexander, Those cart loads of old charnel ashes, scales and splints of mouldy bones, Once living men—once […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 8. As I Sit Writing Here. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 8. Дряхлый, больной, я сижу и пишу
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 8. As I Sit Writing Here As I sit writing here, sick and grown old, Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities, Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui, May filter in my […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 3. From Montauk Point. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 34. Из цикла «Дни семидесятилетия». 3. С мыса Монтаук
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 3. From Montauk Point I stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak, Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,) The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance, The wild unrest, the snowy, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 17. So Long!. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 17. So Long! To conclude, I announce what comes after me. I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference to consummations. When America […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 15. These Carols. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 15. These Carols These carols sung to cheer my passage through the world I see, For completion I dedicate to the Invisible World. Walt Whitman’s other poems: Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 10. To the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 13. The Untold Want. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 13. The Untold Want The untold want by life and land ne’er granted, Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find. Walt Whitman’s other poems: Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 10. To the Pending […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 11. As They Draw to a Close. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 11. As They Draw to a Close As they draw to a close, Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them, Of the seed I have sought to plant in them, Of joy, sweet joy, […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Beyond. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Beyond Love’s aftermath! I think the time is now That we must gather in, alone, apart The saddest crop of all the crops that grow, Love’s aftermath. Ah, sweet,–sweet yesterday, the tears that start Can not put back the dial; this is, […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Lady and the Rooks. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Lady and the Rooks Trust the grand and gentle trees, Never will their welcome fade; All that lives may lie at ease In the haven of their shade; Treasuries of tranquil air Keep they for the burning days; And their boughs […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Hero Harold. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Hero Harold I In his tent, at fall of day, Hero Harold loosed his mail, As a bark which nears the bay Drops on deck her clattering sail. Eyes that look the looker through, Brow that shame hath never bowed, Lips […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Escape of the Empress Matilda. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Escape of the Empress Matilda Through changeful clouds of night The winter moon was gliding, Like a bird with wings of light On the buoyant breezes riding; Fair was the scene, and strangely wild, Beneath her meek transparent ray; For the […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Two Journeys. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Two Journeys Under the straight, still Indian sun Went forth a pompous train, To see some due obeisance done For England’s name and reign. Gaily the leader stooped and smiled Over his young wife’s breast, For there she hid her firstborn child […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Song (Take me from these dreary shades). Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Song (Take me from these dreary shades) Take me from these dreary shades, Lift me to some softer morn, Where the laughing light invades That old silence of the glades Which was born when trees were born; Where the docile winds take […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Love in Sorrow. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Love in Sorrow What shall I do for thee? Thou hast my prayers, Ceaseless as stars around the great white throne; No passing angel but to heaven bears Thy name, wreath’d round with some sweet orison: Yet evil on thy path may […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Child’s Fancy. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Child’s Fancy O little flowers, you love me so, You could not do without me; O little birds that come and go, You sing sweet songs about me; O little moss, observed by few, That round the tree is creeping, You […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Plea For Beauty. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Plea For Beauty I heard there was no place among the powers For Beauty; that she stands not in the plan; That even the tints which glorify the flowers Came but for use, and not for joy to man. Ah, sophist, […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. An Anniversary (On the seventh of September, two little years gone by). Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) An Anniversary (On the seventh of September, two little years gone by) SEPTEMBER 7 1860 On the seventh of September, two little years gone by, For Naples freed by one man’s deed, rejoicings shook the sky; There were banners from all […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Dream of the War. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Dream of the War Forget-me-nots grow by the stream, Their blue eyes look up to the skies; I think I have seen in a dream As blue and as beautiful eyes! The brooklet runs quivering on, Its little waves glitter and […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Amor Profanus. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Amor Profanus Beyond the pale of memory, In some mysterious dusky grove; A place of shadows utterly, Where never coos the turtle-dove, A world forgotten of the sun: I dreamed we met when day was done, And marvelled at our ancient love. […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Letter. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Letter Where were you when I suffered? My heart was very faint; It wanted a heart to lean on; where was yours at the time? I hope you were happy somewhere; I hope no passing taint Of the chill air I […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Sea-Side Fancy. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Sea-Side Fancy A child stood by the rising sea On a dismal winter’s morning, And dream’d what coming life might be, And sigh’d o’er the voice of warning. The distant shores with snow were white, Grey shadows scatter’d o’er them, And […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Child to a Rose. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Child to a Rose White Rose, talk to me! I don’t know what to do. Why do you say no word to me, Who say so much to you? I’m bringing you a little rain, And I shall be so proud […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Boy’s Aspiration. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Boy’s Aspiration I was four yesterday: when I’m quite old, I’ll have a cricket-ball made of pure gold; I’ll carve the roast meat, and help soup and fish; I’ll get my feet wet whenever I wish; I’ll never go to bed […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Nursery Rhyme. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Nursery Rhyme I found a little river in the sweet summer tide, Lily, O Lily! I wish that I were for ever by its side; Cool is the running water. All its rocks were marble, shining with dew, Lily, O Lily! […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 10. The Sobbing of the Bells [Midnight, Sept. 19-20, 1881]. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 10. The Sobbing of the Bells [Midnight, Sept. 19-20, 1881] The sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere, The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People, (Full well they know that message in the darkness, Full […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 6. As at Thy Portals Also Death. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 6. As at Thy Portals Also Death As at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity, To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Fancy. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Fancy She placed the pitcher on her head, With idle steps the way she took Across the pleasant field that led Down to the happy brook. The summer breeze was all her own, The new-mown hay was sweet for her, The […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Dirge. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Dirge Let her rest! Weary were her days, oppress’d By vain cravings to be blest. Let her sleep! Slumber holy, dreamless, deep, Cover eyes that waked to weep. Let her rest! Death is spread upon her breast, Like soft wings that […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. An Anniversary (On the seventh of September, in this dreariest of years). Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) An Anniversary (On the seventh of September, in this dreariest of years) SEPTEMBER 7 1862 On the seventh of September, in this dreariest of years, Darkness covers Naples, and the cloud must break in tears. All hearts are with their hero, […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. To An American Embassy. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) To An American Embassy Since Sovereign Nature, at the happy best, Is rightful and sole paragon of Art, Who, tho’ she but in part, and part by part, Paints, carves, or sings the whole, is still possest By thee, all thee, oh […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Slight Confusion. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Slight Confusion “What’s the use of fairies?” said the child, “What’s the use of fairies at all? The weeds in my garden grow wild, And I’ve lost my favourite ball; My poor little bird is dead, They won’t let me milk […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Contrast. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Contrast Trained tenderly by Heaven and Earth, Up grew she to her gentle height,— Grew to the level of the light That shines by every placid hearth. Her days so filled with joyful hopes, If any one should fade and fail, […]