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. 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. 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. 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 – 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 […]