English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A North Pole Story. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A North Pole Story A FACT Up where the world grows cold, Under the sharp North star, The wrinkled ice is very old, And the life of man is far; None to see when the fog falls white, And none to […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Bird in the Hand Is Worth Two in the Bush. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Bird in the Hand Is Worth Two in the Bush In the hand—fluttering fearfully— Lonely and helpless,—poor little thing! In the bush—peeping out cheerfully, Two together, gaily they sing! Why is it best to have one in the hand? Father, tell […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 5. Song at Sunset. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 33. Из цикла «Песни расставаний». 5. Песнь на закате
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 5. Song at Sunset Splendor of ended day floating and filling me, Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past, Inflating my throat, you divine average, You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing. Open […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 19. What Best I See in Thee. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 19. What Best I See in Thee [To U. S. G. return’d from his World’s Tour] What best I see in thee, Is not that where thou mov’st down history’s great highways, Ever undimm’d […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 16. From Far Dakota’s Canyons [June 25, 1876]. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 16. From Far Dakota’s Canyons [June 25, 1876] From far Dakota’s canyons, Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the silence, Haply to-day a mournful wall, haply a trumpet-note for heroes. […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 14. Spain, 1873-74. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 32. Из цикла «От полудня до звездной ночи». 14. Испания, 1873-1874
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 14. Spain, 1873-74 Out of the murk of heaviest clouds, Out of the feudal wrecks and heap’d-up skeletons of kings, Out of that old entire European debris, the shatter’d mummeries, Ruin’d cathedrals, crumble of palaces, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 4. On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 4. On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain! On, on the same, ye jocund twain! My life and recitative, containing birth, youth, mid-age years, Fitful as motley-tongues of flame, inseparably twined and merged in one—combining all, My […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 22. A Voice from Death. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 22. A Voice from Death A voice from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power, With sudden, indescribable blow—towns drown’d—humanity by thousands slain, The vaunted work of thrift, goods, dwellings, forge, street, iron bridge, […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. Czar Nicholas. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) Czar Nicholas We could not turn from that colossal foe, The morning shadow of whose hideous head Darkened the furthest West, and who did throw His evening shade on Ind. The polar bow Behind him flamed and paled, and through the red […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 29. Grand Is the Seen. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 29. Grand Is the Seen Grand is the seen, the light, to me—grand are the sky and stars, Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space, And grand their laws, so multiform, puzzling, evolutionary; […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 26. Mirages. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 26. Mirages More experiences and sights, stranger, than you’d think for; Times again, now mostly just after sunrise or before sunset, Sometimes in spring, oftener in autumn, perfectly clear weather, in plain sight, Camps far or near, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 21. As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 21. As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days As I walk these broad majestic days of peace, (For the war, the struggle of blood finish’d, wherein, O terrific Ideal, Against vast odds erewhile having gloriously […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 13. Weave in, My Hardy Life. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 13. Weave in, My Hardy Life Weave in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Leichhardt. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Leichhardt Lordly harp, by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep, Yet shall speak and yet shall sing the words which make the fathers weep! Voice surpassing human voices—high, unearthly harmony— Yet shall tell the tale of hero, in exalted […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). A Hyde Park Larrikin. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). A Hyde Park Larrikin To the servants of God that are to be found in every denomination, these verses, of course, do not apply. — H.K. You may have heard of Proclus, sir, If you have been a […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Black Kate. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Black Kate Kate, they say, is seventeen— Do not count her sweet, you know. Arms of her are rather lean— Ditto, calves and feet, you know. Features of Hellenic type Are not patent here, you see. Katie loves a […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Galatea. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Galatea A silver slope, a fall of firs, a league of gleaming grasses, And fiery cones, and sultry spurs, and swarthy pits and passes! ….. The long-haired Cyclops bated breath, and bit his lip and hearkened, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). The Melbourne International Exhibition. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). The Melbourne International Exhibition [Written for Music.] I Brothers from far-away lands, Sons of the fathers of fame, Here are our hearts and our hands— This is our song of acclaim. Lords from magnificent zones, Shores of […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). By the Cliffs of the Sea. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). By the Cliffs of the Sea (In Memory of Samuel Bennett.) In a far-away glen of the hills, Where the bird of the night is at rest, Shut in from the thunder that fills The fog-hidden caves of […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. A Shower In War-Time. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) A Shower In War-Time Rain, rain, sweet warm rain, On the wood and on the plain! Rain, rain, warm and sweet, Summer wood lush leafy and loud, With note of a throat that ripples and rings, Sad sole sweet from her central […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). On a Spanish Cathedral. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). On a Spanish Cathedral Every happy expression in these stanzas may fairly be claimed by the Hon. W. B. Dalley (Author’s note). Deep under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod, I pause […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). The Sydney International Exhibition. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). The Sydney International Exhibition (The poem which won the prize offered by the proprietors of the “Sydney Morning Herald”.) Now, while Orion, flaming south, doth set A shining foot on hills of wind and wet— Far haughty hills […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Araluen. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Araluen Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep. Put the blossom close to baby—kneel with me, my love, and pray; We must leave the bird we’ve […]
English Poetry. Thomas Shadwell. Love Quickly Is Pall’d. Томас Шедвелл.
Thomas Shadwell (Томас Шедвелл) * * * Love quickly is pall’d, Tho’ with labour ’tis gain’d; Wine never does cloy Tho’ with ease ’tis obtain’d. We sing while you sigh, We laugh while you weep; Love robs you of rest, Wine lulls us asleep. Thomas Shadwell’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Life’s Opera. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Life’s Opera Like an opera-house is the world I ween, Where the passionate lover of music is seen In the balcony near the roof: While the very best seat in the first stage-box Is filled by the person who laughs and talks Through […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Just You. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Just You All the selfish joys of earth I am getting through. That which used to lure and lead Now I pass and give no heed; Only one thing seems of worth– Just you. Not for me the lonely height, And the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Instructor. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Instructor Not till we meet with Love in all his beauty, In all his solemn majesty and worth, Can we translate the meaning of life’s duty, Which God oft writes in cipher at our birth. Not till Love comes in all […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. In the Night (In the silent midnight watches). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) In the Night (In the silent midnight watches) In the silent midnight watches, When the earth was clothed in gloom, And the grim and awful darkness Crept unbidden to my room, On the solemn, deathly stillness Of the night there broke a sound […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. In an Old Art Gallery. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) In an Old Art Gallery Before the statue of a giant Hun, There stood a dwarf, misshapen and uncouth. His lifted eyes seemed asking: ‘Why, in sooth, Was I not fashioned like this mighty one? Would God show favour to an older son […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. If I Could Utter. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) If I Could Utter If I could utter all the love I feel Surging within me for God’s Universe; I think the very sun itself would reel Upon its orbit, stirred by strong emotion. And all the stars, as in a radiant ocean, […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. The Poet Laberius. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) The Poet Laberius PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS. WHAT! no way left to shun th’ inglorious stage, And save from infamy my sinking age! Scarce half alive, oppress’d with many a year, What in the name of dotage drives me here? A time there […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. If (If I were a raindrop, and you were a leaf). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) If (If I were a raindrop, and you were a leaf) If I were a raindrop, and you were a leaf, I would burst from the cloud above you And lie on your breast in a rapture of rest, And love you, love […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I Will Be True. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I Will Be True I will be true. Mad stars forsake their courses, And, led by reckless meteors, turn away From paths appointed by Eternal Forces. But my fixed heart shall never go astray. Like those calm worlds, whose sun-directed motion Is undisturbed […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I Look to Science. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I Look to Science I look to Science for the cure of Crime; To patient righting of a thousand wrongs; To final healing of a thousand ills. Blind runner now, and cruel egotist It yet leads on to more than mortal sight, And […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I Bide My Time. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I Bide My Time I bide my time. Whenever shadows darken Along my path, I do but lift mine eyes, And faith reveals fair shores beyond the skies, And through earth’s harsh, discordant I hearken And hear divergent music from afar, Sweet sounds […]
English Poetry. Thomas Gent. Widowed Love. Томас Гент.
Thomas Gent (Томас Гент) Widowed Love Tell me, chaste spirit! in yon orb of light, Which seems to wearied souls an ark of rest, So calm, so peaceful, so divinely bright— Solace of broken hearts, the mansion of the bless’d! Tell me, oh! tell me—shall I meet […]
English Poetry. Thomas Gent. Impromptu. Томас Гент.
Thomas Gent (Томас Гент) Impromptu To Oriana, on attending with her, as Sponsors, at a Christening Lady! who didst—with angel-look and smile, And the sweet lustre of those dear, dark eyes, Gracefully bend before the font of Christ, In humble adoration, faith, and prayer! Oh!—as the infant […]
English Poetry. Thomas Gent. Stanzas. Томас Гент.
Thomas Gent (Томас Гент) Stanzas Say, why is the stern eye averted with scorn Of the stoic who passes along? And why frowns the maid, else as mild as the morn. On the victim of falsehood and wrong? For the wretch sunk in sorrow, repentance, and shame, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Gent. On a Delightful Drawing in my Album. Томас Гент.
Thomas Gent (Томас Гент) On a Delightful Drawing in my Album By my friend, T. WOODWARD, ESQ., of a Group, consisting of a Donkey, a Boy, and a Dog. Welcome, my pretty Neddy—welcome too Thy merry Rider with his apron blue; And thou, poor Dog, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Gent. Love. Томас Гент.
Thomas Gent (Томас Гент) Love Love!—what is love? a mere machine, a spring For freaks fantastic, a convenient thing, A point to which each scribbling wight most steer, Or vainly hope for food or favour here; A summer’s sigh; a winter’s wistful tale: A sound at which th’ […]