English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Rondeau. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Rondeau Ah, Manon, say, why is it we Are one and all so fain of thee? Thy rich red beauty debonnaire In very truth is not more fair, Than the shy grace and purity That clothe the maiden maidenly; Her gray eyes […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 17. Old War-Dreams. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 32. Из цикла «От полудня до звездной ночи». 17. Старые сны бранных дней
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 17. Old War-Dreams In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish, Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,) Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 4. To a Locomotive in Winter. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 32. Из цикла «От полудня до звездной ночи». 4. Локомотив зимой
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 4. To a Locomotive in Winter Thee for my recitative, Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining, Thee in thy panoply, thy measur’d dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Persia. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Persia I am writing this song at the close Of a beautiful day of the spring In a dell where the daffodil grows By a grove of the glimmering wing; From glades where a musical word Comes ever from […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Songs from the Mountains (1880). Jim the Splitter. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Songs from the Mountains (1880). Jim the Splitter The bard who is singing of Wollombi Jim Is hardly just now in the requisite trim To sit on his Pegasus fairly; Besides, he is bluntly informed by the Muse That Jim is a subject no […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). To Charles Harpur. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). To Charles Harpur I would sit at your feet for long days, To hear the sweet Muse of the Wild Speak out through the sad and the passionate lays Of her first and her favourite Child. I would sit […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Love-Letter. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Love-Letter As grains of gold that in the sands Of Lydian waters shine, The welcome sign of mountain lands That veil the silent mine; Thus may the river of my thought, That glideth now to thee, Reveal the wealth as yet unwrought, […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Love’s Sudden Growth. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) Love’s Sudden Growth I. But yestermorn, with many a flower The garden of my heart was dress’d; A single tree has sprung to bloom, Whose branches cast a tender gloom, That shadows all the rest. II. A jealous and a tyrant […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Love at First Sight. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) Love at First Sight I. Into my heart a silent look Flash’d from thy careless eyes, And what before was shadow, took The Light of summer skies. The first-born love was in that look; The Venus rose from out the deep Of those […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Catch. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Catch LEt’s leave off our labour, and now let’s go play; For this is our time to be jolly; Our plagues and our plaguers are both fled away; To nourish our griefs is but folly. He that won’t drink and sing, Is a […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On the Kings Return. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On the Kings Return 1. LOng have we waited for a happy End Of all our miseries and strif; But still in vain; the Sword-men did intend, To make them hold for term of Life; That our distempers might be made, Their everlasting […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. A Last Word. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) A Last Word Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o’er the land, Broods like an […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Knowledge. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Knowledge THE KNOWLEDGE OF GOD is the wisdom of man- This is the end of Being, wisdom; this Of wisdom, action; and of action, rest; And of rest, bliss; that by experience sage Of good and ill, the diametric powers Which thwart […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 35. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 35 Our first, our last, by heavenly fates impelled; We again meet; warned by the Spirit progressive, learn, Not man’s design, mere compromise of good With ill, nor ill’s, infeasible most, approves Celestial polity. Reason’s plea, here shown Of gravity […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 24. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 24 Soul’s minor mysteries shown by light of faiths, None wholly false, imperfect all; the true No secrecies hath, no ritual. But not all Who love truth, and are brave to seek, are free To find. Who curiously, else unprepared, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 13. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 13 In one of earth’s Head cities, awaiting this, the effect unknown, Of evil, not, truly, all–wise, we towerlike rise; With eminent but indifferent eye survey, Subdue, in thought, society, now in all Its greater grades seen. Secret science, since […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 3. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 3 Follows a starry night Where in the talk of man and spirit we see Foreproven, the all–grasping mind’s inordinate love For marvels, mysteries, than for goodness more Nay even for greatness. Miracles we must have. Whence comes this dream […]
English Poetry. Henry Kendall. Poems and Songs (1862). Mountains. Генри Кендалл.
Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл) Poems and Songs (1862). Mountains Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines, Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines; Shimmering mountains, throwing downward on the slopes a mazy glare Where the noonday glory sails through gulfs of […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. De Amore. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) De Amore Shall one be sorrowful because of love, Which hath no earthly crown, Which lives and dies, unknown? Because no words of his shall ever move Her maiden heart to own Him lord and destined master of her own: Is Love […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman, With an Incident in which He was Concerned. Уильям Вордсворт. Саймон Ли
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman, With an Incident in which He was Concerned In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall, An old man dwells, a little man, I’ve heard he once was tall. Of years he has upon his back, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Woman to Man. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Woman to Man Woman is man’s enemy, rival, and competitor.- JOHN J. INGALLS. You do but jest, sir, and you jest not well, How could the hand be enemy of the arm, Or seed and sod be rivals! How could light […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. When the Regiment Came Back. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) When the Regiment Came Back All the uniforms were blue, all the swords were bright and new, When the regiment went marching down the street, All the men were hale and strong as they proudly moved along, Through the cheers that drowned […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Tides. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Tides Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide. On outgoing billows it drifts from your sight, But back on the incoming waves it may ride And land at your threshold again before night. Be careful what rubbish you toss […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Fire Brigade. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Fire Brigade Hark! high o’er the rattle and clamour and clatter Of traffic-filled streets, do you hear that loud noise? And pushing and rushing to see what’s the matter, Like herds of wild cattle, go pell-mell the boys. There’s a […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Man’s Ideal. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Man’s Ideal A lovely little keeper of the home, Absorbed in menu books, yet erudite When I need counsel; quick at repartee And slow to anger. Modest as a flower, Yet scintillant and radiant as a star. Unmercenary in her mould […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The World Grows Better. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The World Grows Better Oh! the earth is full of sinning And of trouble and of woe, But the devil makes an inning Every time we say it’s so. And the way to set him scowling, And to put him back a […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Voices of the People. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Voices of the People Oh! I hear the people calling through the day time and the night time, They are calling, they are crying for the coming of the right time. It behooves you, men and women, it behooves you to […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Womanhood. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Womanhood She must be honest, both in thought and deed, Of generous impulse, and above all greed; Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf, But life’s best blessings for her higher self, Which means the best for all. She must […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Song of the Spirit (All the aim of life is just). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Song of the Spirit (All the aim of life is just) All the aim of life is just Getting back to God. Spirit casting off its dust, Getting back to God. Every grief we have to bear Disappointment, cross, despair Each is but […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 4. Of Him I Love Day and Night. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 30. Из цикла «Шепот божественной смерти». 4. Тот, кого я люблю днём и ночью
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 4. Of Him I Love Day and Night Of him I love day and night I dream’d I heard he was dead, And I dream’d I went where they had buried him I love, but he […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. Vanitas. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) Vanitas Beyond the need of weeping, Beyond the reach of hands, May she be quietly sleeping, In what dim nebulous lands? Ah, she who understands! The long, long winter weather, These many years and days, Since she, and Death, together, Left […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 34. Reconciliation. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 34. Примирение
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 34. Reconciliation Word over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 33. Look Down Fair Moon. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 33. Взгляни, прекрасный Месяц, и облей
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 33. Look Down Fair Moon Look down fair moon and bathe this scene, Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple, On the dead on their backs with arms toss’d wide, Pour down your unstinted nimbus […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Can Ye Labour Lea, Young Man. Роберт Бернс. «Паши усердно, не спеша…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O can ye labour lea, young man, An’ can ye labour lea; Gae back the gate ye cam’ again, Ye’se never scorn me. I fee’d a man at Martinmas, Wi’ arle pennies three; An’ a’ the faut I fan’ wi’ […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Wat Ye What My Minnie Did. Роберт Бернс. «Что со мной ты, мама, мама…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O wat ye what my minnie did, My minnie did, my minnie did, O wat ye what my minnie did On Tysday ’t een to me, jo? She laid me in a saft bed, A saft bed, a saft bed, She […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. I Met a Lass, a Bonnie Lass. Роберт Бернс. «На Купер-Хилл я восходил…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * I met a lass, a bonnie lass, Coming o’er the braes o’ Couper, Bare her leg and bright her een, And handsome ilka bit about her. Weel I wat she was a quean Wad made a body’s mouth to water; Our […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 5. Song of the Banner at Daybreak. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 5. Песня знамени на утренней заре
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 5. Song of the Banner at Daybreak Poet O a new song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind’s voice and that of the drum, By the banner’s voice and […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 19. A Twilight Song. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 19. A Twilight Song As I sit in twilight late alone by the flickering oak-flame, Musing on long-pass’d war-scenes–of the countless buried unknown soldiers, Of the vacant names, as unindented air’s and sea’s–the unreturn’d, The brief truce […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 18. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 18. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars! Long yet your road, fateful flag–long yet your road, and lined with bloody death, For the prize I see at issue at last is the world, All […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 1. First O Songs for a Prelude. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 1. О песни, сперва, для начала…
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 1. First O Songs for a Prelude First O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch’d tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she led the rest to arms, how she gave the cue, How at […]