English Poetry. Henry VIII, King of England. Wherto Shuld I Expresse. Генрих VIII, король Англии.
Henry VIII, King of England ( Генрих VIII, король Англии) * * * Wherto shuld I expresse My inward hevynes? No myrth can make me fayn Tyl that we mete agayne. Do way, dere hart, not so. Let no thought yow dysmaye! Thow ye now parte me […]
English Poetry. Henry VIII, King of England. Though that Men do Call it Dotage. Генрих VIII, король Англии.
Henry VIII, King of England ( Генрих VIII, король Англии) * * * Though that men do call it dotage, Who loveth not wanteth courage; And whosoever may love get, From Venus sure he must it fet Or else from her which is her heir, And […]
English Poetry. John Clare. A Spring Morning. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) A Spring Morning THE Spring comes in with all her hues and smells, In freshness breathing over hills and dells; O’er woods where May her gorgeous drapery flings, And meads washed fragrant by their laughing springs. Fresh are new opened flowers, untouched and free […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Out. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Out O very potent little word, ‘Out!’ How often have we sadly heard ‘Out!’ When stupid umpires surely sin, Just as to settle we begin, And say, in place of saying ‘in,’ ‘Out!’ Though I am Captain of the team, ‘Out!’ Though […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Up at Lords. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Up at Lords When Stoddart makes her hum, Up at Lords, Till the bowler bites his thumb, Up at Lords, How the Middlesex supporters Turn vociferous exhorters As he jumps on Lockwood’s Snorters, Up at Lords! When Stoddart makes her hum Up […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. In Spring. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) In Spring Grass begins to grow, Winds to be more civil, Rollers press the pitch For to make it level: Thrushes pipe a stave In the budding thicket; Snowdrops point to pads, Crocuses to Cricket! Soon will stand the Slip Crouching for […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. Net Practice. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) Net Practice We had a fellow in the School Whose batting simply was a dream: A dozen times by keeping cool And hitting hard he saved the Team. But oh! his fielding was so vile, As if by witch or goblin cursed, That […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Forerunners. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Forerunners Beside the pillar-box a girl Sells daffodils in golden bunches, And with an apron full of Spring Stays men a moment from their lunches: Some fill their hands for love of bloom, To others Cupid hints a reason; But as for […]
English Poetry. Norman Rowland Gale. The Reason. Норман Гейл.
Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл) The Reason Now why did Arthur Hoare pull out A sovereign with a happy shout And give it rashly to his scout, Who almost had a fit? Why of a sudden did he fling A hard-boiled egg at Eustace Ling, Forgetting how […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. On the Cenotaph of the Prince Imperial in Saint George’s Chapel. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) On the Cenotaph of the Prince Imperial in Saint George’s Chapel No young and exiled dust beneath is laid In sole entail of high inheritance, Though once compassion softly came, and made A sleep at Windsor for the Son of France: And […]
English Poetry. Henry Vaughan. Man. Генри Воэн.
Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) Man Weighing the steadfastness and state Of some mean things which here below reside, Where birds like watchful clocks the noiseless date And intercourse of times divide; Where bees at night get home and hive, and flowers Early, as well as late, Rise with […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. April in Govilon. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) April in Govilon Slowly, slowly darken Primrose and pimpernel; Heather of the rock, a-shake On delicious air; Slanted seas of spreading grass, (Green glow and tidal swell,) Under wind and pausing light how variably fair! Larks from heaven descending Hush; not […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. The Chantry. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) The Chantry A loyal lady young; a knight for honour slain: All beauty and all quiet sealed of old upon Their images that lie in coif and morion. A moment since, through rifts and pauses of the rain, The day shot in; […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. Columba and the Stork. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) Columba and the Stork The cliffs of Iona were red, with the moon to lee, A finger of rock in the infinite wind and the sea; And white on the cliffs as a volley of spray down-flying, The beautiful stork of Eiré […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. A Seventeenth-Century Song. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) A Seventeenth-Century Song She alone of Shepherdesses With her blue disdayning eyes, Wo’d not hark a Kyng that dresses All his lute in sighes: Yet to winne Katheryn, I elect for mine Emprise. None is like her, none above her, Who […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. In a Perpendicular Church. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) In a Perpendicular Church The slackened arches never lose their beauty of alarm; The tall lines frown along the wall, like angels, sword in arm; And where the vaults diverge, a grove with fancied snow o’erspread, Goes light among a myriad panes, […]
English Poetry. Louise Imogen Guiney. To a Child. Луиза Имоджен Гвини.
Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини) To a Child Dear Owain, when you are minded To gather the perfect thing, Over Abergavenny Climb in the evening!— I have seen where orchis dances A saraband with the Spring; Where samphire leans to ocean, And shakes in the word […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 3. The Mystic Trumpeter. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 32. Из цикла «От полудня до звездной ночи». 3. Таинственный трубач
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 3. The Mystic Trumpeter 1 Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee trumpeter, listening alert I catch thy notes, Now pouring, whirling […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 1. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 1. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon! Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand, The sibilant near sea with vistas far and foam, And tawny streaks and shades […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 12. Joy, Shipmate, Joy!. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 12. Joy, Shipmate, Joy! Joy, shipmate, Joy! (Pleas’d to my soul at death I cry,) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 4. Thoughts. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 4. Thoughts 1 Of these years I sing, How they pass and have pass’d through convuls’d pains, as through parturitions, How America illustrates birth, muscular youth, the promise, the sure fulfilment, the absolute success, despite of […]
English Poetry. Henry Vaughan. Childhood. Генри Воэн.
Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) Childhood I cannot reach it; and my striving eye Dazzles at it, as at eternity. Were now that chronicle alive, Those white designs which children drive, And the thoughts of each harmless hour, With their content, too, in my power, Quickly would I make […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 31. Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 31. Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood 1 Thou Mother with thy equal brood, Thou varied chain of different States, yet one identity only, A special song before I go I’d sing o’er all the rest, For thee, the future. […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 17. As I Watch the Ploughman Ploughing. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 17. As I Watch the Ploughman Ploughing As I watch’d the ploughman ploughing, Or the sower sowing in the fields, or the harvester harvesting, I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies; (Life, life […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 15. Thought. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 15. Thought As I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing, To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral in mist of a wreck at sea, Of certain […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 13. To One Shortly to Die. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. Из цикла «Шепот божественной смерти». Тому, кто скоро умрет
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 13. To One Shortly to Die From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you, You are to die—let others tell you what they please, I cannot prevaricate, I am exact and […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 16. The Last Invocation. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 16. The Last Invocation At the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful fortress’d house, From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors, Let me be wafted. Let […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 12. O Living Always, Always Dying. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 12. O Living Always, Always Dying O living always, always dying! O the burials of me past and present, O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever; O me, what I was for […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 18. Pensive and Faltering. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 18. Pensive and Faltering Pensive and faltering, The words the Dead I write, For living are the Dead, (Haply the only living, only real, And I the apparition, I the spectre.) Walt Whitman’s other poems: Leaves […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 10. What Ship Puzzled at Sea. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 10. What Ship Puzzled at Sea What ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning? Or coming in, to avoid the bars and follow the channel a perfect pilot needs? Here, sailor! here, ship! take […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 6. As If a Phantom Caress’d Me. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 6. As If a Phantom Caress’d Me As if a phantom caress’d me, I thought I was not alone walking here by the shore; But the one I thought was with me as now I walk […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 17. A Christmas Greeting. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 17. A Christmas Greeting Welcome, Brazilian brother—thy ample place is ready; A loving hand—a smile from the north—a sunny instant hall! (Let the future care for itself, where it reveals its troubles, impedimentas, Ours, ours the present […]
English Poetry. Henry Vaughan. The Retreat. Генри Воэн.
Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) The Retreat Happy those early days, when I Shin’d in my angel-infancy! Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walk’d above A mile or […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 7. The Pallid Wreath. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 7. The Pallid Wreath Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is, Let it remain back there on its nail suspended, With pink, blue, yellow, all blanch’d, and the white now gray and ashy, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 2. Lingering Last Drops. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 2. Lingering Last Drops And whence and why come you? We know not whence, (was the answer,) We only know that we drift here with the rest, That we linger’d and lagg’d—but were wafted at last, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 7. All Is Truth. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 7. All Is Truth O me, man of slack faith so long, Standing aloof, denying portions so long, Only aware to-day of compact all-diffused truth, Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 11. Thoughts. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 32. Из цикла «От полудня до звездной ночи». 11. Мысли
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 11. Thoughts Of public opinion, Of a calm and cool fiat sooner or later, (how impassive! how certain and final!) Of the President with pale face asking secretly to himself, What will the people say […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 20. Spirit That Form’d This Scene. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 20. Spirit That Form’d This Scene [Written in Platte Canyon, Colorado] Spirit that form’d this scene, These tumbled rock-piles grim and red, These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks, These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness, These […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 5. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 5. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours Yet, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth to a chamber of mourning turns—I hear the o’erweening, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 3. Chanting the Square Deific. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 3. Chanting the Square Deific 1 Chanting the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides, Out of the old and new, out of the square entirely divine, Solid, four-sided, (all the […]