English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Mary Rivers. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Mary Rivers Path beside the silver waters, flashing in October’s sun— Walk, by green and golden margins where the sister streamlets run— Twenty shining springs have vanished, full of flower, and leaf, and bird, Since the step of Mary […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). To a Mountain. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). To a Mountain To thee, O father of the stately peaks, Above me in the loftier light—to thee, Imperial brother of those awful hills Whose feet are set in splendid spheres of flame, Whose heads are where the gods […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Lune de Miel. Томас Стернз Элиот.
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) Lune de Miel Ils ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute; Mais une nuit d’été, les voici à Ravenne, A l’sur le dos écartant les genoux De quatre jambes molles tout gonflées de morsures. On relève le drap pour mieux […]
English Poetry. William Allingham. Kate O’Belashanny. Вильям Аллингам.
William Allingham (Вильям Аллингам) Kate O’Belashanny Seek up and down, both fair and brown, We’ve purty lasses many, O; But brown or fair, one girl most rare, The Flow’r o’ Belashanny, O. As straight is she as poplar-tree (Tho’ not as aisy shaken, O,) And walks so proud […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. Directive. Роберт Ли Фрост. Указание
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) Directive Back out of all this now too much for us, Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather, There is a house that is no more […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Easter Morn. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Easter Morn A Truth that has long lain buried At Superstition’s door, I see, in the dawn uprising, In all its strength once more. Hidden away in the darkness, By Ignorance crucified, Crushed under stones of dogmas– Yet lo! it has not […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Reticence of the Dead. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Reticence of the Dead I Although I have been sweetly comforted By messages that came to me from space, Anent the life of that transcendent place, Yet when the utmost has been done and said, There is a strange reserve […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Respite. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Respite The mighty conflict, which we call existence, Doth wear upon the body and the soul. Our vital forces wasted in resistance, So much there is to conquer and control. The rock which meets the billows with defiance Undaunted and unshaken day […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Two Junes. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Two Junes She sat, with her young-old face, And her form of blighted grace, And looked with her sad, unseeing eyes, On the green June earth and the blue June skies; And she moaned and sang in an undertone, A song of Junes […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Master and Servant. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Master and Servant The devil to Bacchus said, one day, In a scowling, growling, petulant way, As he came from earth to hell: “There’s a soul above that I cannot move, And I’ve struggled long and well; He’s a manly youth, with an […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Masquerade. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Masquerade Look in the eyes of trouble with a smile, Extend your hand and do not be afraid. ‘Tis but a friend who comes to masquerade. And test your faith and courage for awhile. Fly, and he follows fast with threat […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Silent Tragedy. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Silent Tragedy The deepest tragedies of life are not Put into books, or acted on the stage. Nay, they are lived in silence, by tense hearts In homes, among dull unperceiving kin, And thoughtless friends, who make a whip of words Wherewith […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Shadows. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Shadows I am sorry in the gladness Of the joys that crown my days, For the souls that sit in sadness Or walk uninviting ways. On the radiance of my labour That a loving fate bestowed, Falls the shadow of my neighbour, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Sapphires. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sapphires Lost rays of light that wandered off alone And down through space were hurled From that great sapphire sun beyond our own Pale, puny little world. Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems: The Phantom Ball The Giddy Girl The Awakening (I love the […]
English Poetry. William Allingham. Amy Margaret’s Five Year Old. Вильям Аллингам.
William Allingham (Вильям Аллингам) * * * Amy Margaret’s five years old, Amy Margaret’s hair is gold, Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret. “Amy” is friend, is “Margaret” The pearl for crown or carkanet? Or peeping daisy, summer’s pet? Which are you, Amy Margaret? A friend, a […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. To a Caotive Crane. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) To a Caotive Crane Ho, brother! Art thou prisoned too? Is thy heart hot with restless pain? I heard the call thy bugle blew Here by the bleak and chilling main (Whilst round me shaven parks are spread And cindered drives wind on and […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. Magic. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) Magic Within my hand I hold A piece of lichen-spotted stone— Each fleck red-gold— And with closed eyes I hear the moan Of solemn winds round naked crags Of Colorado’s mountains. The snow Lies deep about me. Gray and old Hags of cedars, gaunt […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. The Meadow Lark. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) The Meadow Lark A BRAVE little bird that fears not God, A voice that breaks from the snow-wet clod With prophecy of sunny sod, Set thick with wind-waved goldenrod. From the first bare clod in the raw, cold spring, From the last bare […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. Pioneers. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) Pioneers THEY rise to mastery of wind and snow; They go like soldiers grimly into strife To colonize the plain. They plough and sow, And fertilize the sod with their own life, As did the Indian and the buffalo. Hamlin Garland’s other poems: The […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. A Wish. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) A Wish ALL day and many days I rode, My horse’s head set toward the sea; And as I rode a longing came to me That I might keep the sunset road, Riding my horse right on and on, O’ertake the day still […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. The Toil of the Trail. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) The Toil of the Trail What have I gained by the toil of the trail? I know and know well. I have found once again the lore I had lost In the loud city’s hell. I have broadened my hand to the cinch […]
English Poetry. Hamlin Garland. Do You Fear the Wind. Гэмлин Гарленд.
Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) Do You Fear the Wind Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane: The palms of your hands […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 25. Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 25. Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice, Be not dishearten’d, affection shall solve the problems of freedom yet, Those who love each other shall become invincible, They shall yet make Columbia […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 24. Dirge for Two Veterans. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 24. Dirge for Two Veterans The last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath, On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking, Down a new-made double grave. Lo, the moon ascending, Up from the east the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 23. Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 23. Дай мне великолепное безмолвное солнце
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 23. Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun 1 Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling, Give me autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard, Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows, […]
English Poetry. William Allingham. Abbey Assaroe. Вильям Аллингам.
William Allingham (Вильям Аллингам) Abbey Assaroe Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The carven-stones lie scatter’d in briar and nettle-bed! The only feet are those that come at burial of the dead. A little rocky […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 21. The Wound-Dresser. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 21. Врачеватель ран
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 21. The Wound-Dresser 1 An old man bending I come among new faces, Years looking backward resuming in answer to children, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me, (Arous’d and angry, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 19. Not the Pilot. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 19. Как штурман
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 19. Not the Pilot Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back and many times baffled; Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long, By deserts parch’d, snows chill’d, rivers wet, perseveres […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 18. As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 18. Когда я скитался в Виргинских лесах
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 18. As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods As toilsome I wander’d Virginia’s woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick’d by my feet, (for ’twas autumn,) I mark’d at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier; […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Araluen. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Araluen River, myrtle rimmed, and set Deep amongst unfooted dells— Daughter of grey hills of wet, Born by mossed and yellow wells; Now that soft September lays Tender hands on thee and thine, Let me think of blue-eyed […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). The Warrigal. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). The Warrigal The warrigal’s lair is pent in bare, Black rocks at the gorge’s mouth; It is set in ways where Summer strays With the sprites of flame and drouth; But when the heights are touched with lights Of […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Ghost Glen. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Ghost Glen “Shut your ears, stranger, or turn from Ghost Glen now, For the paths are grown over, untrodden by men now; Shut your ears, stranger,” saith the grey mother, crooning Her sorcery runic, when sets the half-moon in. […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Passing Away. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Passing Away The spirit of beautiful faces, The light on the forehead of Love, And the spell of past visited places, And the songs and the sweetness thereof; These, touched by a hand that is hoary; These, vext with a tune […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Deniehy’s Lament. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Deniehy’s Lament Spirit of Loveliness! Heart of my heart! Flying so far from me, Heart of my heart! Above the eastern hill, I know the red leaves thrill, But thou art distant still, Heart of my heart! Sinning, I’ve searched […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Lost in the Flood. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Lost in the Flood When God drave the ruthless waters From our cornfields to the sea, Came she where our wives and daughters Sobbed their thanks on bended knee. Hidden faces! there ye found her Mute as death, and staring wild […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Foreshadowings. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Foreshadowings Fifteen miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand, Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native land! Close-reefed topsails shuddering over, straining down the groaning mast; For a tempest cleaves the darkness, hissing, howling, shrieking […]
English Poetry. William Morris. The Haystack in the Floods. Уильям Моррис.
William Morris (Уильям Моррис) The Haystack in the Floods Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain That her own eyes might see him slain Beside the haystack in the floods? Along […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall To-night the sea sends up a gulf-like sound, And ancient rhymes are ringing in my head, The many lilts of song we sang and said, My friend and brother, when we journeyed round Our haunts […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Astarte. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Astarte Across the dripping ridges, O, look, luxurious night! She comes, the bright-haired beauty, My luminous delight! My luminous delight! So hush, ye shores, your roar, That my soul may sleep, forgetting Dead Love’s wild Nevermore! Astarte, Syrian sister, Your […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). The Far Future. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). The Far Future Australia, advancing with rapid winged stride, Shall plant among nations her banners in pride, The yoke of dependence aside she will cast, And build on the ruins and wrecks of the Past. Her flag on the tempest will […]