English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). The Voice in the Wild Oak. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). The Voice in the Wild Oak (Written in the shadow of 1872) Twelve years ago, when I could face High heaven’s dome with different eyes— In days full-flowered with hours of grace, And nights not sad with sighs— […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Mooni. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Mooni (Written in the shadow of 1872) Ah, to be by Mooni now, Where the great dark hills of wonder, Scarred with storm and cleft asunder By the strong sword of the thunder, Make a night on morning’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Hy-Brasil. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Hy-Brasil “Daughter,” said the ancient father, pausing by the evening sea, “Turn thy face towards the sunset—turn thy face and kneel with me! Prayer and praise and holy fasting, lips of love and life of light, These and these […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. In Imitation of Spenser, Written at Santa Cruz. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) In Imitation of Spenser, Written at Santa Cruz Behold in those lorn shades a Damsel dwell— I ween the fairest amongst all the fair— Awhile doth VIRTUE bid her sky farewel, To live with Sylvia, passing all compare. Eke Innocence doth leave her bower […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 11. After the Sea-Ship. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 11. After the Sea-Ship After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds, After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes, Below, a myriad myriad waves hastening, lifting up their necks, Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 8. Perfections. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 8. Perfections Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls. Walt Whitman’s other poems: Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 10. To the Pending Year Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye […]
English Poetry. Coventry Patmore. The Woodman’s Daughter. Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор).
Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор)) The Woodman’s Daughter In Gerald’s Cottage by the hill, Old Gerald and his child, Innocent Maud, dwelt happily; He toil’d, and she beguiled The long day at her spinning-wheel, In the garden now grown wild. At Gerald’s stroke the jay awoke; Till noon […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 3. A Hand-Mirror. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 20. Из цикла «У дороги». 3. Ручное зеркало
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 3. A Hand-Mirror Hold it up sternly—see this it sends back, (who is it? is it you?) Outside fair costume, within ashes and filth, No more a flashing eye, no more a sonorous voice or springy step, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 9. Song for All Seas, All Ships. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 9. Song for All Seas, All Ships 1 To-day a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal, Of unnamed heroes in the ships—of waves spreading and spreading far as the […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 5. Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 19. Из цикла «Морские течения». 5. Молодой рулевой у штурвала
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 5. Aboard at a Ship’s Helm Aboard at a ship’s helm, A young steersman steering with care. Through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock’d by the waves. O you give good […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Waft of Perfume. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Waft of Perfume A waft of perfume from a bit of lace, Moved lightly by a passing woman’s hand; And on the common street, a sensuous grace Shone suddenly from some lost time and land. Tall structures changed to dome and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Questioning. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Questioning TO MY LOVED AND LOST FRIEND JANE CRAMER, AGED 20. Where have you been, through all these months, my dear one, Since you went forth alone that Autumn day? Through what great unknown vastness have you wandered? And were you never […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Birth of Jealousy. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Birth of Jealousy With brooding mien and sultry eyes, Outside the gates of Paradise Eve sat, and fed the faggot flame That lit the path whence Adam came. (Strange are the workings of a woman’s mind.) His giant shade preceded him, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. An Autumn Reverie. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) An Autumn Reverie Through all the weary, hot midsummer time, My heart has struggled with its awful grief. And I have waited for these autumn days, Thinking the cooling winds would bring relief. For I remembered how I loved them once, When all […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Nirvana. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Nirvana A drop of water risen from the ocean Forgot its cause, and spake with deep emotion Unto a passing breeze. ‘How desolate And all forlorn is my unhappy fate. I know not whence I came, or where I go. Scorched by the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Mysteries. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Mysteries In God’s vast wisdom, infinite and grand– Too vast, too infinite, for mortal mind– There are some things I cannot understand. In all His paths, in all His ways, I find Some subtle mysteries of life and death– Some marvels that I […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Serious Ballade. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Serious Ballade Written in 1645. I Love my King and Countrey well, Religion and the Laws, Which I’m mad at the heart that e’re we did sell, To buy the good Old Cause. These unnatural wars, And brotherly jars, Are no delight […]
English Poetry. Philip Sidney. Thou Blind Man’s Mark. Филип Сидни.
Philip Sidney (Филип Сидни) * * * Thou blind man’s mark, thou fool’s self chosen snare, Fond fancy’s scum, and dregs of scatter’d thought, Band of all evils, cradle of causeless care, Thou web of will,whose end is never wrought. Desire, desire I have too dearly bought, […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. A Pastoral Elegy, on the Death of Jackson, the Musical Composer. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) A Pastoral Elegy, on the Death of Jackson, the Musical Composer O Shepherds! ’tis CORYDON’S knell, That, sounding, now saddens the wind: When he bade us for ever farewell, He left not an equal behind. How often ye dwelt on his strain, That […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. Pastoral Ballad. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) Pastoral Ballad The Swains and the Virgins so gay Resort to my fountains and groves; Joy follows wherever they stray, And my vales seem the Court of the Loves. But with wonder they mark me forlorn, ‘Mid fountains and valleys so fair— Ah! […]
English Poetry. John Wolcot. Karn-brae, a Druid Ode. Джон Вулкотт.
John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт) Karn-brae, a Druid Ode While Nature slumbers in the Shade, And Cynthia cloth’d in paly Light, Walks her lone Way, the Mount I tread, Majestic mid the gloom of Night! With rev’rence to the lofty Hill I bow, Whence Wisdom, Virtue, taught their Founts […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Seeing the Hon. Wm. R. Maule of Panmure Driving away in His Fine and Elegant Phaeton on the Race Ground at Tinwald Downs, October, 1794. Роберт Бернс. Достопочтенному Уильяму Молю оф Пенмур, который промчался мимо меня в прекрасном, элегантном фаэтоне, направляясь на скачки в Тинвольд-Дауне в октябре 1797 года
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Seeing the Hon. Wm. R. Maule of Panmure Driving away in His Fine and Elegant Phaeton on the Race Ground at Tinwald Downs, October, 1794 Thou Fool, in thy phaeton towering, Art proud when that phaeton is prais’d? ’Tis the pride of […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 4. To the Man-of-War-Bird. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 19. Из цикла «Морские течения». 4. Птице фрегату
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 4. To the Man-of-War-Bird Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew’d on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended’st, And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee,) Now a […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 18. A Broadway Pageant. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 18. A Broadway Pageant 1 Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come, Courteous, the swart-cheek’d two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive, Ride to-day through Manhattan. Libertad! I do not know whether others behold what […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 7. With Antecedents. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 7. With Antecedents 1 With antecedents, With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages, With all which, had it not been, I would not now be here, as I am, With Egypt, India, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Narrara Creek. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Narrara Creek (Written in the shadow of 1872) From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms, Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms— From the home of bold echoes, whose voices of wonder Fly […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Clari. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Clari Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife Is the Beauty you showed me this morning: Nor yet have I found the sweet dream of my life, And good-bye to the sneering and scorning. Would you have […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Waiting and Wishing. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Waiting and Wishing I loiter by this surging sea, Here, by this surging, sooming sea, Here, by this wailing, wild-faced sea, Dreaming through the dreamy night; Yearning for a strange delight! Will it ever, ever, ever fly to me, By […]
English Poetry. Philip Sidney. Sonnet 101. Stella Is Sick. Филип Сидни. Сонет 101. Хворает Стелла
Philip Sidney (Филип Сидни) Sonnet 101. Stella Is Sick Stella is sick, and in that sickbed lies Sweetness, which breathes and pants as oft as she: And Grace, sick too, such fine conclusions tries That Sickness brags itself best grac’d to be. Beauty is sick, but sick […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). The Curlew Song. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). The Curlew Song The viewless blast flies moaning past, Away to the forest trees, Where giant pines and leafless vines Bend ‘neath the wandering breeze! From ferny streams, unearthly screams Are heard in the midnight blue; As afar they roam […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Bellambi’s Maid. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Bellambi’s Maid Amongst the thunder-splintered caves On Ocean’s long and windy shore, I catch the voice of dying waves Below the ridges old and hoar; The spray descends in silver showers, And lovely whispers come and go, Like echoes from […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Footfalls. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Footfalls The embers were blinking and clinking away, The casement half open was thrown; There was nothing but cloud on the skirts of the Day, And I sat on the threshold alone! And said to the river which flowed […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Song of the Cattle-Hunters. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Song of the Cattle-Hunters While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams, And the water-pools flash in its glow, Down the ridges we fly, with a loud ringing cry— Down the ridges and gullies we go! And the cattle […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Aileen. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Aileen A splendid sun betwixt the trees Long spikes of flame did shoot, When turning to the fragrant South, With longing eyes and burning mouth, I stretched a hand athwart the drouth, And plucked at cooling fruit. So thirst […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Kiama. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Kiama Towards the hills of Jamberoo Some few fantastic shadows haste, Uplit with fires Like castle spires Outshining through a mirage waste. Behold, a mournful glory sits On feathered ferns and woven brakes, Where sobbing wild like restless child The […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Johnson’s Opinion of Hampden. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма по поводу мнения Джонсона о Гемпдене
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Johnson’s Opinion of Hampden For shame! Let Folly and Knavery Freedom oppose: ’Tis suicide, Genius, To mix with her foes. Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма по поводу мнения Джонсона о Гемпдене Глумятся над свободой наглый вор Мошенник и правитель-кровопийца, Но […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Tree of Liberty. Роберт Бернс. Дерево Свободы
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Tree of Liberty 1. Heard ye o’ the Tree o’ France, And wat ye what’s the name o’t? Around it a’ the patriots dance – Weel Europe kens the fame o’t! It stands where ance the Bastile stood […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Tailor. Роберт Бернс. Портной
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Tailor 1. The tailor he cam here to sew, And weel he kend the way to woo, For ay he pree’d the lassie’s mou’, As he gaed but and ben, O. For weel he kend the way, O, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Sonnet Upon Sonnets. Роберт Бернс. Сонет о сонете
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Sonnet Upon Sonnets Fourteen, a sonneteer thy praises sings; What magic myst’ries in that number lie! Your hen hath fourteen eggs beneath her wings That fourteen chickens to the roost may fly. Fourteen full pounds the jockey’s stone […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days […]