English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Always at Sea. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) * * * Always at sea I think about the dead. On barques invisible they seem to sail The self-same course; and from the decks cry ‘Hail’! Then I recall old words that they have said, And see their faces etched upon the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Ah Goo Tongue. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Ah Goo Tongue The queerest languages known to man, Sanscrit, Hebrew, Hindoostan, Are all translated and made as free And comprehensive as A B C. Yet the oldest language talked or sung, The strange mysterious Ah Goo tongue, The royal language […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Action. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Action Forever stars are winging Their swift and endless race; Forever suns are swinging Their mighty globes through space. Since by his law required To join God’s spheres inspired, The earth has never tired, But whirled and whirled and whirled. Forever streams are […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On a Bank of Flowers. Роберт Бернс.
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On a Bank of Flowers On a bank of flowers in a summer day For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest; When Willie, wand’ring thro the wood Who for her favour oft had suedÑ He gaz’d, he […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. About May. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) About May One night Nurse Sleep held out her hand To tired little May. “Come, go with me to Wonderland,” She said, “I know the way. Just rock-a-by–hum–m–m, And lo! we come To the place where the dream-girls play.” But naughty May, […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. The Green Knight’s Farewell to Fancy. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) The Green Knight’s Farewell to Fancy Fancy (quoth he) farewell, whose badge I long did bear, And in my hat full harebrainedly, thy flowers did I wear: Too late I find (at last), thy fruits are nothing worth, Thy blossoms fall and fade full […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. Amid My Bale I Bathe in Bliss. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) * * * AMID my bale I bathe in bliss, I swim in heaven, I sink in hell; I find amends for every miss, And yet my moan no tongue can tell. I live and love–what would you more? As never lover lived before. […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. The Steel Glass. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) The Steel Glass O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods yborn, You were not born all only for yourselves: Your country claims some part of all your pains. There should you live, and therein should you toil To hold up right and banish cruel […]
English Poetry. Lascelles Abercrombie. The Stream’s Song. Ласкеллес Аберкромби.
Lascelles Abercrombie (Ласкеллес Аберкромби) The Stream’s Song Make way, make way, You thwarting stones; Room for my play, Serious ones. Do you not fear, O rocks and boulders, To feel my laughter On your broad shoulders? So you not know My joy at length Will all […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 42. Turn O Libertad. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 42. Повернись к нам, о Либертад
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 42. Turn O Libertad Turn O Libertad, for the war is over, From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, sweeping the world, Turn from lands retrospective recording proofs of the past, From the singers that sing […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 41. Adieu to a Soldier. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 41. Прощальное слово солдату
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 41. Adieu to a Soldier Adieu O soldier, You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,) The rapid march, the life of the camp, The hot contention of opposing fronts, the long manoeuvre, Red battles with their slaughter, the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 40. Spirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865]. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 40. Spirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865] Spirit whose work is done—spirit of dreadful hours! Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering pressing,) Spirit […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 39. Lo, Victress on the Peaks. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 39. Lo, Victress on the Peaks Lo, Victress on the peaks, Where thou with mighty brow regarding the world, (The world O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee,) Out of its countless beleaguering toils, after thwarting them all, Dominant, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). For Ever. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). For Ever Out of the body for ever, Wearily sobbing, “Oh, whither?” A Soul that hath wasted its chances Floats on the limitless ether. Lost in dim, horrible blankness; Drifting like wind on a sea, Untraversed and vacant and moaning, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. «Go Fetch to Me a Pint o’ Wine…». Роберт Бернс. «Вина в серебряную кружку…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) «Go Fetch to Me a Pint o’ Wine…» GO fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier o’ Leith, […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. The Idiot Boy. Уильям Вордсворт. Слабоумный мальчик
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) The Idiot Boy ‘Tis eight o’clock,–a clear March night, The moon is up–the sky is blue, The owlet in the moonlight air, He shouts from nobody knows where; He lengthens out his lonely shout, Halloo! halloo! a long halloo! –Why bustle thus about […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). The Waterfall. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). The Waterfall The song of the water Doomed ever to roam, A beautiful exile, Afar from its home. The cliffs on the mountain, The grand and the gray, They took the bright creature And hurled it away! I heard […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). The Earth Laments for Day. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). The Earth Laments for Day There’s music wafting on the air, The evening winds are sighing Among the trees—and yonder stream Is mournfully replying, Lamenting loud the sunny light That in the west is dying. The moon is rising o’er […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Campaspe. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Campaspe Turn from the ways of this Woman! Campaspe we call her by name— She is fairer than flowers of the fire— she is brighter than brightness of flame. As a song that strikes swift to the heart with […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Illa Creek. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Illa Creek A strong sea-wind flies up and sings Across the blown-wet border, Whose stormy echo runs and rings Like bells in wild disorder. Fierce breath hath vexed the foreland’s face, It glistens, glooms, and glistens; But deep […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). At Euroma. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). At Euroma They built his mound of the rough, red ground, By the dip of a desert dell, Where all things sweet are killed by the heat, And scattered o’er flat and fell; In a burning zone they left […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Euroclydon. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Euroclydon On the storm-cloven Cape The bitter waves roll, With the bergs of the Pole, And the darks and the damps of the Northern Sea: For the storm-cloven Cape Is an alien Shape With a fearful face; and it […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). September in Australia. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). September in Australia Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest, And, behold, for repayment, September comes in with the wind of the West And the Spring in her raiment! The ways of the frost have been filled of […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). Blue Mountain Pioneers. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). Blue Mountain Pioneers The dauntless three! For twenty days and nights These heroes battled with the haughty heights; For twenty spaces of the star and sun These Romans kept their harness buckled on; By gaping gorges, and by cliffs austere, These […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). William Bede Dalley. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). William Bede Dalley That love of letters which is as the light Of deathless verse, intense, ineffable, Hath made this scholar’s nature like the white, Pure Roman soul of whom the poets tell. He having lived so long with lords […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Other Poems (1871-82). On a Baby Buried by the Hawkesbury. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Other Poems (1871-82). On a Baby Buried by the Hawkesbury [Lines sent to a Young Mother.] A grace that was lent for a very few hours, By the bountiful Spirit above us; She sleeps like a flower in the land of the flowers, […]
English Poetry. Matthew Arnold. East London. Мэтью Арнольд.
Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) East London ‘Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through his windows seen In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited. I met a preacher there I knew, and said: “Ill and o’erworked, how fare […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Songs from the Turret. 6. Time owes me such a heavy debt. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Songs from the Turret. 6. Time owes me such a heavy debt Time owes me such a heavy debt, How can he ever make things right? For suns that with no promise set To help me greet the morning light, For dreams […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sonnets of Sorrow. 5. You understood the woman side of me. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 5. You understood the woman side of me You understood the woman side of me; My vanities you met with smiling lip; The fabrics that I wore you first see, And pass upon them with wise censorship, You loved things […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sold. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sold Out of the window I look from my stall For the last, last time, and I see them all. Master and mistress, and children dear, That have loved and petted me many a year; And for many a year it has been […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. They Say. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) They Say Have you heard of the terrible family They, And the dreadful, venomous things They say? Why, half the gossip under the sun, If you trace it back, you will find begun In that wretched House of They. A numerous family, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Unto the End. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Unto the End I know not where to-morrow’s paths may wend, Nor what the future holds; but this I know, Whichever way my feet are forced to go, I shall be given courage to the end. Though God that awful gift of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Uninvited Guest. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Uninvited Guest [This poem was published on the day it was announced that, because of his serious illness, the coronation of Edward VII, would be indefinitely postponed.] Right through the merry heart of that vast throng That filled historic streets […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. Sonnet 7. No haste but good. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) Sonnet 7. No haste but good No haste but good, where wisdom makes the way, For proof whereof behold the simple snail (Who sees the soldier’s carcass cast away, With hot assault the Castle to assail) By line and leisure climbs the wall, And […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. Sonnet 5. All were too little for the merchant’s hand. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) Sonnet 5. All were too little for the merchant’s hand All were too little for the merchant’s hand, And yet my bravery bigger than his book; But when this hot account was coldly scanned, I thought high time about me for to look. With […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. Sonnet 3. And every year a world my will did deem. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) Sonnet 3. And every year a world my will did deem And every year a world my will did deem, Till lo! at last, to Court now am I come, A seemly swain that might the place beseem, A gladsome guest embraced by all […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. Inscription in a Garden. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) Inscription in a Garden IF any flower that here is grown Or any herb may ease your pain, Take and account it as your own, But recompense the like again; For some and some is honest play, And so my wife taught me to […]
English Poetry. Matthew Arnold. Cadmus and Harmonia. Мэтью Арнольд.
Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) Cadmus and Harmonia Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. The Lullaby of a Lover. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) The Lullaby of a Lover Sing lullaby, as women do, Wherewith they bring their babes to rest, And lullaby can I sing too As womanly as can the best. With lullaby they still the child, And if I be not much beguiled, Full many […]
English Poetry. George Gascoigne. Fie, Pleasure, Fie!. Джордж Гаскойн.
George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн) Fie, Pleasure, Fie! Fie pleasure, fie! thou cloyest me with delight, Thou fill’st my mouth with sweetmeats overmuch; I wallow still in joy both day and night: I deem, I dream, I do, I taste, I touch, No thing but all that smells of […]