English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Silent Tears. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Silent Tears What bitter sorrow courses down Yon mourner’s faded cheek? Those scalding drops betray a grief Within, too full to speak. Outspoken words cannot express The pangs, the pains of years; They’re ne’er so deep or eloquent As are those […]
English Poetry. George Meredith. Lucifer in Starlight. Джордж Мередит.
George Meredith (Джордж Мередит) Lucifer in Starlight On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened, Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose. Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those. And […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The Opossum-Hunters. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The Opossum-Hunters Hear ye not the waters beating where the rapid rivers, meeting With the winds above them fleeting, hurry to the distant seas, And a smothered sound of singing from old Ocean upwards springing, Sending hollow echoes ringing like […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Pytheas. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Pytheas Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea— Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven wreath for thee? Who amongst the world’s high singers ever breathed the tale sublime Of the man […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Bill the Bullock-Driver. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Bill the Bullock-Driver The leaders of millions, the lords of the lands, Who sway the wide world with their will And shake the great globe with the strength of their hands, Flash past us—unnoticed by Bill. The elders […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Ballad. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Ballad OLd England is now a brave Barbary made, And every one has an ambition to ride her: K. Charles was a horseman that long us’d the trade, But he rode in a snaffle, and that could not guide her. Then the […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. Palinode. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Palinode 1. NO more, no more of this, I vow ‘Tis time to leave this fooling now, Which few but fools call Wit; There was a time when I begun, And now ’tis time I should have done, And meddle no more with […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. An Ode. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) An Ode Written in 1643. WHat’s this that shrouds, WIn these Opacous clouds, The glorious face of heav’n, and dims our light? What must we ever lye Mantled in dark stupidity? Still groveling in a daily night? And shall we have no more […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. Modes of Courtship. Devonshire Hob’s Love. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) Modes of Courtship. Devonshire Hob’s Love JOANNY, my dear, wut ha poor HOB? Vor I’m upon a coortin job— Gadswunds! Iss leek thee, Joan; I’d fert vor thee — Iss, that Iss wud; Iss love thee well, as pigs love mud, Or dogs to […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. Julia; or, the Victim of Love. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) Julia; or, the Victim of Love A Pastoral Ballad She is dead who gave life to the grove, And covers our valley with gloom! She who led all the Pleasures and Loves, No joins the pale band of the Tomb. She whose […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. Lines intended to be subjoined to Dryden’s Ode on Alexander’s Feast. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) Lines intended to be subjoined to Dryden’s Ode on Alexander’s Feast Such is the Ode call’d ALEXANDER’S Feast, Where the great Conqu’ror is as great a Beast,— Where TIMOTHY such stories sings and tells, Who lulls his Hero in his Harlot’s lap, To take […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 10. To a President. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 20. Из цикла «У дороги». 10. Одному из президентов
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 10. To a President All you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages, You have not learn’d of Nature—of the politics of Nature you have not learn’d the great amplitude, rectitude, impartiality, You have not […]
English Poetry. Henry Vaughan. The Pursuit. Генри Воэн.
Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) The Pursuit LORD! what a busy, restless thing Hast Thou made man! Each day and hour he is on wing, Rests not a span; Then having lost the sun and light, By clouds surpris’d, He keeps a commerce in the night With air disguis’d. […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. The Thorn. Уильям Вордсворт. Терн
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) The Thorn I “There is a Thorn—it looks so old, In truth, you’d find it hard to say How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and grey. Not higher than a two years’ child It stands erect, this aged […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 9. O Me! O Life!. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 20. Из цикла «У дороги». 9. О я! О жизнь!
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 9. O Me! O Life! O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 7. When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 20. Из цикла «У дороги». 7. Когда я слушал ученого астронома
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 7. When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 6. Thoughts. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 6. Thoughts Of ownership—as if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself; Of vista—suppose some sight in arriere through the formative chaos, presuming the growth, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 4. Gods. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 20. Из цикла «У дороги». 4. Боги
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 4. Gods Lover divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God. Thou, thou, the Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving, Complete in body and dilate in spirit, Be […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 2. Eighteen Sixty-One. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 2. 1861
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 2. Eighteen Sixty-One Arm’d year—year of the struggle, No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you terrible year, Not you as some pale poetling seated at a desk lisping cadenzas piano, But as a strong man erect, clothed […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 2. Europe [The 72d and 73d Years of These States]. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 20. Из цикла «У дороги». 2. Европа (72-й и 73-й годы этих Штатов)
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 2. Europe [The 72d and 73d Years of These States] Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves, Like lightning it le’pt forth half startled at itself, Its feet upon the ashes and […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 1. A Boston Ballad [1854]. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 20. Из цикла «У дороги». 1. Бостонская баллада
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 1. A Boston Ballad [1854] To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early, Here’s a good place at the corner, I must stand and see the show. Clear the way there Jonathan! Way […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Lawyer’s Romance. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Lawyer’s Romance Into the mellow light of the cloudless autumn day, Somehow, the vision slips, of a landscape, far away, Wherever I turn my eyes, it hovers before them still, The little, vine-wreathed cot, on the southerly slope of the hill, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Lean Down. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Lean Down Lean down and lift me higher, Josephine! From the Eternal Hills hast thou not seen How I do strive for heights? but lacking wings, I cannot grasp at once those better things To which I in my inmost soul aspire— Lean […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Karma. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Karma I We cannot choose our sorrows. One there was Who, reverent of soul, and strong with trust, Cried, ‘God, though Thou shouldst bow me to the dust, Yet will I praise thy everlasting laws. Beggared, my faith would never halt or […]
English Poetry. Henry Vaughan. They are all Gone into the World of Light. Генри Воэн.
Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) * * * They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit ling’ring here; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Engine. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Engine Into the gloom of the deep, dark night, With panting breath and a startled scream; Swift as a bird in sudden flight, Darts this creature of steel and steam. Awful dangers are lurking nigh, Rocks and chasms are near the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Earnestness. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Earnestness The hurry of the times affects us so In this swift rushing hour, we crowd, and press, And thrust each other backward, as we go, And do not pause to lay sufficient stress Upon that good, strong, true word, Earnestness. In our […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Harp’s Song. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Harp’s Song All day, all day in a calm like death The harp hung waiting the sea wind’s breath. When the western sky flushed red with shame At the sun’s bold kiss, the sea wind came. Said the harp to […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Heart’s Ease. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Heart’s Ease Give me work for my hands to do, Whenever I have a grief; There’s no other balm so good I ween For a wounded Heart’s relief. And give me something to think about, Something beside my pain; And let me […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Shortening Days at the Homestead. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Shortening Days at the Homestead The first fire since the summer is lit, and is smoking into the room: The sun-rays thread it through, like woof-lines in a loom. Sparrows spurt from the hedge, whom misgivings appal That winter did not leave last […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Parting-Scene. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Parting-Scene The two pale women cried, But the man seemed to suffer more, Which he strove hard to hide. They stayed in the waiting-room, behind the door, Till startled by the entering engine-roar, As if they could not bear to have unfurled […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Her Haunting-Ground. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Her Haunting-Ground Can it be so? It must be so, That visions have not ceased to be In this the chiefest sanctuary Of her whose form we used to know. – Nay, but her dust is far away, And ‘where her dust is, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Sundial on a Wet Day. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Sundial on a Wet Day I drip, drip here In Atlantic rain, Falling like handfuls Of winnowed grain, Which, tear-like, down My gnomon drain, And dim my numerals With their stain, – Till I feel useless, And wrought in vain! And […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Pat of Butter. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Pat of Butter Once, at the Agricultural Show, We tasted – all so yellow – Those butter-pats, cool and mellow! Each taste I still remember, though It was so long ago. This spoke of the grass of Netherhay, And this of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Rover Come Home. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Rover Come Home He’s journeyed through America From Canso Cape to Horn, And from East Indian Comorin To Behring’s Strait forlorn; He’s felled trees in the backwoods, In swamps has gasped for breath; In Tropic heats, in Polar ice, Has often prayed […]
English Poetry. Coventry Patmore. Amelia. Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор).
Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор)) Amelia Whene’er mine eyes do my Amelia greet It is with such emotion As when, in childhood, turning a dim street, I first beheld the ocean. There, where the little, bright, surf-breathing town, That shew’d me first her beauty and the sea, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Watering-Place Lady Inventoried. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Watering-Place Lady Inventoried A sweetness of temper unsurpassed and unforgettable, A mole on the cheek whose absence would have been regrettable, A ripple of pleasant converse full of modulation, A bearing of inconveniences without vexation, Till a cynic would find her amiability […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Protean Maiden. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Protean Maiden (Song) This single girl is two girls: How strange such things should be! One noon eclipsed by few girls, The next no beauty she. And daily cries the lover, In voice and feature vext: ‘My last impression of […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Early Poems (1859-70). Tanna. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Early Poems (1859-70). Tanna (The Kanaka’s Death-Song over his Chieftain.) Shades of my father, the hour is approaching. Prepare ye the ‘cava’ for ‘Yona’ on high; Make ready the welcome, ye souls of Arrochin. The Death God of Tanna speaks—Yona must die. […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Doubting. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Doubting A Brother wandered forth with me, Beside a barren beach: He harped on things beyond the sea, And out of reach. He hinted once of unknown skies, And then I would not hark, But turned away from steadfast […]