English Poetry. Jones Very. Yourself. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Yourself ’Tis to yourself I speak; you cannot know Him whom I call in speaking such an one, For thou beneath the earth lie buried low, Which he alone as living walks upon; Thou mayst at times have heard him speak to you, And […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Clouded Morning. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Clouded Morning The morning comes, and thickening clouds prevail, Hanging like curtains all the horizon round, Or overhead in heavy stillness sail; So still is day, it seems like night profound; Scarce by the city’s din the air is stirred, And dull and […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 36. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 36 Perfection gained, True love his life renews, now sanctified.– Our world–seer counts humanity’s gains, how earth’s Best aims by the associate wise the’ elect Of universal manhood leagued to instal God’s peace, the peace of earth, show. ‘Neath one […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 30. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 30 Thence earthward tending, first we make the sun; Where, as at rest in light, a mediate point, A bright effect original of God, Enlightening all things, inly and externe, ‘Twixt earth and heaven, our soul heroic now The spirit […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. A Cameo. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) A Cameo THERE WAS a graven image of Desire Painted with red blood on a ground of gold Passing between the young men and the old, And by him Pain, whose body shone like fire, And Pleasure with gaunt hands that grasped […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 21.2. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 21.2 Festus. Glad am I To light on guests so well disposed, So well engaged. George. One beaker try Ere yet this flask’s account be closed. Harry. Good! pass the ruby round. There’s nought so dull As to behold a […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 15. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 15 Thence to a happier planet–for ’twas his, Whose soul, streamlike, the images of stars Immirrored in its surface, stealing, while At its boldness trembling, knowledge of all spheres Predisciplinary, to reap;–where, blessed, we meet The spirit just glimpsed the […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – L’Envoi. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – L’Envoi Read this, world! He who writes is dead to thee, But still lives in these leaves. He spake inspired: Night and day, thought came unhelped, undesired, Like blood to his heart. The course of study he Went through was […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 2. Scented Herbage of My Breast. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 2. Scented Herbage of My Breast Scented herbage of my breast, Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me above death, Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 1. In Paths Untrodden. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 1. In Paths Untrodden In paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the standards hitherto publish’d, from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 15. Facing West from California’s Shores. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 15. Facing West from California’s Shores Facing west from California’s shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 12. Native Moments. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 12. Native Moments Native moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench of my passions, give me life coarse and rank, To-day I go consort with […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 10. O Hymen! O Hymenee!. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 10. O Hymen! O Hymenee! O hymen! O hymenee! why do you tantalize me thus? O why sting me for a swift moment only? Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease? Is it […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 8. Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 8. Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals Ages and ages returning at intervals, Undestroy’d, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden the West, the […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. A Baby’s Death. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) A Baby’s Death A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal Even while we hailed as fresh from birth A little soul. Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll, Not knowing beyond this blind […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 5. Spontaneous Me. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 5. Spontaneous Me Spontaneous me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten’d with blossoms of the mountain ash, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 3. I Sing the Body Electric. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 4. Из цикла «Дети Адама». 3. О теле электрическом я пою
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 3. I Sing the Body Electric 1 I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 2. From Pent-Up Aching Rivers. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 4. Из цикла «Дети Адама». 2. Запружены реки мои
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 2. From Pent-Up Aching Rivers From pent-up aching rivers, From that of myself without which I were nothing, From what I am determin’d to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men, From my own voice […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 3. Song of Myself. 2. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 3. Песня о себе. 2
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 3. Song of Myself. 2 38 Enough! enough! enough! Somehow I have been stunn’d. Stand back! Give me a little time beyond my cuff’d head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake. That […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 3. Song of Myself. 1. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 3. Песня о себе. 1
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 3. Song of Myself. 1 1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 2. Starting from Paumanok. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 2. Рожденный на Поманоке
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 2. Starting from Paumanok 1 Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais’d by a perfect mother, After roaming many lands, lover of populous pavements, Dweller in Mannahatta my city, or on southern savannas, Or a soldier […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Rover. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Rover No classic warrior tempts my pen To fill with verse these pages— No lordly-hearted man of men My Muse’s thought engages. Let others choose the mighty dead, And sing their battles over! My champion, too, has fought […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Wollongong. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Wollongong Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the time When we trod these sands together, in our boyhood’s golden prime; Let me lift again the curtain, while I gaze upon the past, As the sailor glances […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Lilith. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Lilith Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees; Voice that is not of the living is ringing Down in the depths where the darkness is clinging, Even when Noon […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Etheline. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Etheline The heart that once was rich with light, And happy in your grace, Now lieth cold beneath the scorn That gathers on your face; And every joy it knew before, And every templed dream, Is paler than the dying […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. A Ballad of Death. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) A Ballad of Death Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of mirth, Cover thy lips and eyelids, let thine ears Be filled with rumour of people sorrowing; Make thee […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Plea to Peace. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Plea to Peace When mighty issues loom before us, all The petty great men of the day seem small, Like pigmies standing in a blaze of light Before some grim majestic mountain-height. War, with its bloody and impartial hand, Reveals the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Attainment. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Attainment Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss The purpose of this life, and do not wait For circumstance to mould or change your fate; In your own self lies Destiny. Let this Vast truth cast out all fear, all prejudice, […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Satyr of Money. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Satyr of Money 1. IT is not the Silver or Gold of its self, That makes men adore it; but ’tis for its power: For no man does dote upon pelf, because pelf; But all court the Lady in hopes of her […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Advice. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Advice 1. HE that a happy life would lead, In these dayes of distraction, Let him listen to me, and I will read A lecture without faction; Let him want three things, Whence misery springs, All which do begin with a letter; […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. For General Monk His Entertainment at Cloath-Workers-Hall. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) For General Monk His Entertainment at Cloath-Workers-Hall 1. RIng Bells! and let bone-fires out-blaze the Sun! Let ecchoes contribute their voice! Since now a happy settlement’s begun, Let all things tell how all good men▪ rejoyce. If these sad Lands by this, Can […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 28. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 28 In such time As it takes to turn a leaf, we are in heaven; Making our way among the wheeling worlds, Millions of suns, half infinite each, and space, For ever shone into, for ever dark, As deity to […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 17. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 17 But dimmed, Drowned, lost all this, like an eye in tears of mirth, Like a star setting in a twinkling sea, Mid revellings, song and dance, wild glee and wine, Where beauty’s orb rules, lady of the hour, More […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 33. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 33 As in our sky sometimes a vaporous mass Low down, shows thunder threatening; while by winds Of happier, if adverse wing fanned, high up, Unutterably extolled, a cloud–stream clear, Tinged as with ghostliest silver, spreads, opposed, Its shadowy waveletage, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 4. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 4 Now sets the youth out for joy, the city of joy, Whose walls illuminated with all–hued spheres Beacon the immense of life. He, ‘neath the care Of his kindly enemy, begins his course; Each aiding other; all beside abused. […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 22. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 22 Not all regardless, meanwhile, for dear heart So lost, but elsewhere bent, through many a sphere, Celestial precincts quit, our venturous soul, Heaven’s varied vast of worlds having long essayed, Of spirits sublime consociate, now returned, To his life’s […]
English Poetry. Coventry Patmore. A Dream. Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор).
Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор)) A Dream Amid the mystic fields of Love I wander’d, and beheld a grove. Breathlessly still was part, and part Was breathing with an easy heart; And there below, in lamblike game, Were virgins, all so much the same, That each was all. […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 11. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 11 That aëry lodestone, operant still, The love of boundless knowledge, leads us down Deeplier than ever leadline went, to search The central rayless light we have within, And learn, that, touched albeit all mysteries, traced Orb–founding theories sagest, handled […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 38. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 38 Union of God with nature man their son Hymns; and heaven thanking for all earthly good Perfected in humanity, with his bride, Sibylline, he,–as prophet bards of old Their morn and noontide service,–chants, alterne, Earth’s evensong, earth’s vespers; night […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 7. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 7 A man in love sees wonders naturally. Ours sole,–abnormal gifts but gradual given, Can make participable his starry views, And intuitions spiritual instilled, May be, by angel kind of other worlds. An ominous parable told by his love, endured, […]