English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 20. Year That Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 20. Year That Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me Year that trembled and reel’d beneath me! Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken’d me, Must […]
English Poetry. Ernest Christopher Dowson. April Love. Эрнест Кристофер Доусон.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон) April Love We have walked in Love’s land a little way, We have learnt his lesson a little while, And shall we not part at the end of day, With a sigh, a smile? A little while in the shine of […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 17. A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 17. Лагерь на рассвете, седом и туманном
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 17. A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 14. Come Up from the Fields Father. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 14. Иди с поля, отец
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 14. Come Up from the Fields Father Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door mother, here’s a letter from thy dear son. Lo, ’tis autumn, Lo, where […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 16. A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown. Уолт Уитмен. Листья травы. 21. Из цикла «Барабанный бой». 16. Сомкнутым строем мы шли
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 16. A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown, A route through a heavy wood with muffled steps in the darkness, Our army foil’d with loss severe, […]
English Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 8. City of Ships. Уолт Уитмен.
Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен) Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 8. City of Ships City of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the beautiful sharp-bow’d steam-ships and sail-ships!) City of the world! (for all races are here, All the lands of the earth make contributions […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Poet’s Theme. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Poet’s Theme What is the explanation of the strange silence of American poets concerning American triumphs on sea and land? Literary Digest. Why should the poet of these pregnant times Be asked to sing of war’s unholy crimes? To […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. We Two. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) We Two We two make home of any place we go; We two find joy in any kind of weather; Or if the earth is clothed in bloom or snow, If summer days invite, or bleak winds blow, What matters it if […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Wishing. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Wishing Do you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true; Rid your mind of selfish motives; Let your thoughts be clean and high. You can […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Assertion. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Assertion I am serenity. Though passions beat Like mighty billows on my helpless heart, I know beyond them lies the perfect sweet Serenity, which patience can impart. And when wild tempests in my bosom rage, “Peace, peace,” I cry, “it is my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Illusion. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Illusion God and I in space alone And nobody else in view. “And where are the people, O Lord,” I said, “The earth below, and the sky o’er head, And the dead whom once I knew?” “That was a dream,” God […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Grief. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Grief As the funeral train with its honoured dead On its mournful way went sweeping, While a sorrowful nation bowed its head And the whole world joined in weeping, I thought, as I looked on the solemn sight, Of the one fond […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл.
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay! With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array And your central girders, which seem to the eye To be almost towering to the sky. The greatest […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Death Has Crowned Him a Martyr. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Death Has Crowned Him a Martyr (Written on the day of President McKinley’s death) In the midst of sunny waters, lo! the mighty Ship of State Staggers, bruised and torn and wounded by a derelict of fate, One that drifted from its […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Meeting of the Centuries. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Meeting of the Centuries A curious vision on mine eyes unfurled In the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see, Two Centuries meet, and sit down vis-Г -vis Across the great round table of the world: One with suggested sorrows in […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Queen’s Last Ride. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Queen’s Last Ride (Written on the day of Queen Victoria’s funeral) The Queen is taking a drive to-day, They have hung with purple the carriage-way, They have dressed with purple the royal track Where the Queen goes forth and never comes […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Riddle. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Riddle Written in 1644. 1. NO more, no more, We are already pin’d; And sore, and poor, In body and in mind: And yet our sufferings have been Less then our sin. Come long-desired peace we thee implore, And let our […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 16. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 16 Charged by the spirit e’er upwards ripening, man And evil, his mightier minister, invade Peaceful, that sacred sphere, the queen of heaven, Whose passive utterances of light reveal The birth of things, their subjectness to soul, Spiritual and human; […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 10. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 10 After travel, homelier life, A country merry–making, a village feast May even please, where, with the local world We mix in private; seriously converse Of light things, lightly enough of serious. Skilled To revive dead lore, and magnify extinct […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 5. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 5 Soul solemnized by dear one’s death, belief In heavenly life confirmed of reason finds. Here round her bier they meet who several rule, After, the heart to each in turn their fate. World–knowledge, fruit both sweet and bitter, shows […]
English Poetry. Francis Bacon. The Translation of the CXXVIth Psalme. Фрэнсис Бэкон.
Francis Bacon (Фрэнсис Бэкон) The Translation of the CXXVIth Psalme WHen God return’d vs graciously Vnto our Natiue Land, We seem’d as in a Dreame to be And in a Maze to stand. The Heathen likewise they could say, The God, that these men serue, Hath done […]
English Poetry. Francis Bacon. The Translation of the First Psalme. Фрэнсис Бэкон.
Francis Bacon (Фрэнсис Бэкон) The Translation of the First Psalme WHo neuer gaue to wicked read, A yeelding and attentiue eare: Who neuer Sinners paths did tread; Nor sate him downe in Scorners chaire: But maketh it his whole delight, On Law of God to meditate, And therein […]
English Poetry. William Topaz McGonagall. Glasgow. Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл.
William Topaz McGonagall (Уильям Топаз Макгонаголл) Glasgow Beautiful city of Glasgow, with your streets so neat and clean, Your stateley mansions, and beautiful Green! Likewise your beautiful bridges across the River Clyde, And on your bonnie banks I would like to reside. Chorus – Then away […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. Against Corrupted Sack. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Against Corrupted Sack 1. SACK! once my comfort and my dear delight, Dull mortals quickning spirit; Thou didst once give affections, wit, and might; Thou mad’st the Lover, and the Wight; Thou mad’st one dye, and t’other fight; Thou mad’st the Poet, who […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On Sir G. B. his Defeat. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On Sir G. B. his Defeat 1. PRay why should any man complain, Or why disturb his breast or brain, At this new alteration? Since that which has been done’s no more Than what has been done before; And that which will be […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. For the General’s Entertainment. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) For the General’s Entertainment 1. FArewell all cares and fears, let Gladness come, Let’s all strive which shall most rejoyce; No more the Trumpet, or the Thundring Drum, Shall interrupt our peace with noise; But all their Offices shall be Inherited by sprightly […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Reformation. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Reformation 1. TEll not me of Lords or Lawes, Rules or Reformation; All that’s done’s not worth two strawes, To the welfare of the Nation. Men in power do rant it still, And give no reason but their will, For all their […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Answer to the Curse against Ale. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Answer to the Curse against Ale 1. OGag for shame that strumpet muse! Let not her Spanish tongue abuse Our wholsome and Heroick English juice. 2. ‘Twas not this loyal liquor shut Our Gates against our Soveraign, but Strange drinks […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. Made and Set Extempore. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Made and Set Extempore 1. WHen our glasses flow with Wine, And our souls with Sack are rais’d; When we’re jeer’d we do not repine; Nor are proud when we are prais’d: ‘Tis Sack alone can raise our souls, A pin for Christning […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Cheerful Heart. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Cheerful Heart 1. WHat though these ill times do go cross to our will? And fortune still frowns upon us? Our hearts are our own, and they shall be so still; A pin for the plagues they lay on us. Let us […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. An Ancient Legend. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) An Ancient Legend A stone stands in a rustic town Which once the neighbouring hill did crown; Nigh to the house of God it lay Before ’twas set where now it stands, And how and why there, graybeards say, Was ne’er the […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. A Mystery. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) A Mystery Friend! many a year hath passed Since last I clasped thine hand– It may be we shall meet no more Till in the Heavenly land; Still grief can ne’er erase, nor joy Eclipse, the bliss hath been; And us one […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 14. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 14 Even while a star Might twinkle twice, or calm, retiring sea, Irresolute yet to leave, his moonlit kiss Shimmering repeat upon the impassive shore, The arch–fiend and youth, bound skyward, soaring hold Darkly, commune, like twilight and midnight, Of […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Buckingham Palace. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Buckingham Palace They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. Alice is marrying one of the guard. “A soldier’s life is terrible hard,” Says Alice. They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 2. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 2 From heaven, soul–like, to earth. It is sundown. Mark The heart’s state, empty and collapsed, the world’s Vain pleasures leave us in, dissatisfied, Distraught, not penitent of them, in ourselves; Youth’s natural fitful unavailing struggle Note, ‘gainst temptation come […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 19. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 19 Law moral one and same all being imbounds, Compresses, animates, even as natural law The orb, of light and gravity. Where is soul, There fallibility, choice, and righteous doom, Following, of deity. To the bodiless realms Such abstracts apt, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 8. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 8 Comes on a quarrel stormy and stern, if brief, ‘Tween the two foe friends, this demanding what Cannot be;–who immunity shall secure ‘Gainst self–sought evil?–that, safe grants withholding, And easily made: their taunts recriminative Resultless; even as when some […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. River and Sea (We stood by the river that swept). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) River and Sea (We stood by the river that swept) We stood by the river that swept In its glory and grandeur away; But never a pulse o’ me leapt, And you wondered at me that day. We stood by the lake […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. An Afternoon. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) An Afternoon I am stirred by the dream of an afternoon Of a perfect day-though it was not June; The lilt of winds, and the droning tune That a busy city was humming. And a bronze-brown head, and lips like wine […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. To Marry Or Not to Marry?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) To Marry Or Not to Marry? A GIRL’S REVERIE Mother says, “Be in no hurry, Marriage oft means care and worry.” Auntie says, with manner grave, “Wife is synonym for slave.” Father asks, in tones commanding, “How does Bradstreet rate […]