English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Syrinx. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). Syrinx A heap of low, dark, rocky coast, Unknown to foot or feather! A sea-voice moaning like a ghost; And fits of fiery weather! The flying Syrinx turned and sped By dim, mysterious hollows, Where night is black, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). After the Hunt. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). After the Hunt Underneath the windy mountain walls Forth we rode, an eager band, By the surges and the verges and the gorges, Till the night was on the land— On the hazy, mazy land! Far away the bounding […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Saints Encouragement. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Saints Encouragement Written in 1643. FIght on brave Souldiers for the cause, Fear not the Caveliers; Their threatnings are as senseless, as Our Jealousies and fears. ‘Tis you must perfect this great work, And all Malignants slay, You must bring back the […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The New Mountebank. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The New Mountebank Written in 1643. IF any body politick, Of plenty or ease be very sick, There’s a Physician come to Town, Of far fetcht fame and high renown; Though call’d a Mountebank, ’tis meant, Both words being French, a Parliament; Who […]
English Poetry. Charles Wolfe. The Last Rose of Summer. Чарльз Вольф.
Charles Wolfe (Чарльз Вольф) The Last Rose of Summer That strain again? It seems to tell Of something like a joy departed; I love its mourning accents well, Like voice of one, ah! broken-hearted. That note that pensive dies away, And can each answering thrill awaken, It […]
English Poetry. Alexander Wilson. Matilda. Александр Вильсон.
Alexander Wilson (Александр Вильсон) Matilda Ye dark rugged rocks, that recline o’er the deep, Ye breezes, that sigh o’er the main, Here shelter me under your cliffs while I weep, And cease while ye hear me complain. For distant, alas! from my dear native shore, And far […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 24. A Promise to California. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 24. A Promise to California A promise to California, Or inland to the great pastoral Plains, and on to Puget sound and Oregon; Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain, to teach robust American […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 23. We Two Boys Together Clinging. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 23. Мы – мальчишки
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 23. We Two Boys Together Clinging We two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making, Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching, Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 22. When I Peruse the Conquer’d Fame. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 22. Когда я читаю о горделивой славе
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 22. When I Peruse the Conquer’d Fame When I peruse the conquer’d fame of heroes and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals, Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 21. The Prairie-Grass Dividing. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 21. The Prairie-Grass Dividing The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing, I demand of it the spiritual corresponding, Demand the most copious and close companionship of men, Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings, Those of the […]
English Poetry. John Newton. What Think Ye Of Christ?. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) * * * What think you of Christ? is the test To try both your state and your scheme; You cannot be right in the rest, Unless you think rightly of him. As Jesus appears in your view, As he is beloved or not; […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 19. This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 19. В тоске и в раздумье
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 19. This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful This moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone, It seems to me there are other men in other lands yearning and thoughtful, It seems to me I can look over and behold them in […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 2. As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 19. Из цикла «Морские течения». 2. Когда жизнь моя убывала вместе с океанским отливом
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 19. Sea-Drift. 2. As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life 1 As I ebb’d with the ocean of life, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk’d where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok, Where they rustle […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 18. To a Stranger. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 18. Незнакомому
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 18. To a Stranger Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) I have somewhere […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 16. Behold This Swarthy Face. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 16. Behold This Swarthy Face Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes, This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck, My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm; Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 14. Trickle Drops. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 14. Trickle Drops Trickle drops! my blue veins leaving! O drops of me! trickle, slow drops, Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were prison’d, From my face, from my forehead […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 13. Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 13. Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes Not heat flames up and consumes, Not sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white down-balls of myriads of seeds, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 12. Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 12. Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone Roots and leaves themselves alone are these, Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side, Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around tighter than vines, Gushes from […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 11. Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 11. Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me? Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 10. When I Heard at the Close of the Day. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 5. Из цикла «Аир благовонный». 10. Когда я услыхал к концу дня
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 10. When I Heard at the Close of the Day When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The New Knight Errant. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The New Knight Errant 1. OF Gyants and Knights, & their wonderful fights, We have stories enough in Romances; But I’ll tell you one new, that is strange and yet true, Though t’ other are nothing but fancies. 2. A Knight […]
English Poetry. John Newton. A Brand Plucked Out Of The Fire. Джон Ньютон.
John Newton (Джон Ньютон) A Brand Plucked Out Of The Fire With Satan, my accuser, near My spirit trembled when I saw The Lord in majesty appear, And heart the language of the law. In vain I wish’d and strove to hide The tatter’d, filthy rags I […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On a Butchers Dog That Bit a Commanders Mare, That Stood to Be Knight of a Shire. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On a Butchers Dog That Bit a Commanders Mare, That Stood to Be Knight of a Shire 1. ALL you that for Parliament Members do stand, For County, Burrough, or City; Listen now to my song, which is doleful for, and A lamentable […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Beauty. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Beauty I gazed upon thy face—-and beating life, Once stilled its sleepless pulses in my breast And every thought whose being was a strife Each in its silent chamber sank to rest; I was not, save it were a thought of thee, The world […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Barberry-Bush. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Barberry-Bush The bush that has most briers and bitter fruit Waits till the frost has turned its green leaves red, Its sweetened berries will thy palate suit, And thou mayst find e’en there a homely bread; Upon the hills of Salem scattered wide, […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. To the Hummingbird. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) To the Hummingbird I cannot heal thy green gold breast, Where deep those cruel teeth have prest, Nor bid thee raise thy ruffled crest, And seek thy mate, Who sits alone within thy nest, Nor sees thy fate. No more with him in […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. He Gave Me No Meat. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) He Gave Me No Meat My brother, I am hungry,—give me food Such as my Father gives me at his board; He has for many years been to thee good, Thou canst a morsel then to me afford; I do not ask of thee […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Love. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Love I asked of Time to tell me where was Love; He pointed to her foot-steps on the snow, Where first the angel lighted from above, And bid me note the way and onward go; Through populous streets of cities spreading wide, By lonely […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Dead. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Dead I see them crowd on crowd they walk the earth Dry, leafless trees no Autumn wind laid bare, And in their nakedness find cause for mirth, And all unclad would winter’s rudeness dare; No sap doth through their clattering branches flow, Whence […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Thy Brother’s Blood. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Thy Brother’s Blood I have no Brother—they who meet me now Offer a hand with their own will defiled, And while they wear a smooth unwrinkled brow, Know not that Truth can never be beguiled; Go wash the hand that still betrays thy guilt; […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Grave Yard. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Grave Yard My heart grows sick before the wide-spread death, That walks and speaks in seeming life around; And I would love the corse without a breath, That sleeps forgotten ‘neath the cold, cold ground; For these do tell the story of decay, […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Spirit Land. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Spirit Land Written within six weeks of Very’s return from staying in an insane asylum Father! thy wonders do not singly stand, Not far removed where feet have seldom strayed; Around us ever lies the enchanted land In marvels rich to […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Lines and Squares. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Lines and Squares Whenever I walk in a London street, I’m ever so careful to watch my feet; And I keep in the squares, And the masses of bears, Who wait at the corners all ready to eat The sillies who tread […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 40. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 40 The skies, the skies reclaim us. Earth dissolved, God’s will prevails now sole. As when o’er vast And shoreward flats at murkiest noon of night, No single element, not high heaven, not earth, Not sea is visible; one wide […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 18.2. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 18.2 Student. Yes! Experience of an age may yield an hour’s Contentment; of an hour, an age’s awe. Festus. ‘Tis nature’s silent miracles most convince, Most bless, most elevate the soul. Helen. And yet While doubtless, these experiences […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 18.1. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 18.1 Graced by sweet promise plight on lunar plains, And ‘gainst all ill armoured by spirit divine, Our seeker of soul’s holy mysteries, lift By spiritual hand from earth’s gross vanities; From cruel lies of false creeds; from all taint […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – Proem. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – Proem This time is equal to all time that’s gone Of like extent, nor heeds to hide its face Before the future: each is missioned here To ends like worthy of its sender, God. Him therefore let us bless too, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – Dedication. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – Dedication MY FATHER! unto thee to whom I owe All that I am, all that I have and can; Who madest me in thyself the sum of man In all its generous aims and powers to know, These first–fruits bring […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 39. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 39 Much of the passed is prophecy; and now, All done, ambition earns his wage, earth’s throne, Throne than all empires wider: proof and prize Indisputable of peace. A social change Being wrought, with that like vast in nature’s prime, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 25. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 25 Our story binds us still for a while to earth, And sea all agèd, gray at once with years, And green with youth. Oft those unhappiest have Their heart’s desire in dreams; we dreaming that Not seldom shall befal […]