English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Night. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Night As some dusk mother shields from all alarms The tired child she gathers to her breast, The brunette Night doth fold me in her arms, And hushes me to perfect peace and rest. Her eyes of stars shine on me, and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. After the Battles Are Over. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) After the Battles Are Over [Read at Reunion of the G. A. T., Madison, Wis., July 4, 1872.] After the battles are over, And the war drums cease to beat, And no more is heard on the hillside The sound of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Warning. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Warning High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, “Remember Night!” Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems: The Phantom Ball The Giddy Girl The Awakening (I love […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Land of Content. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Land of Content I set out for the Land of Content, By the gay crowded pleasure-highway, With laughter, and jesting, I went With the mirth-loving throng for a day; Then I knew I had wandered astray, For I met returned pilgrims, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. To the West. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) To the West [In an interview with Lawrence Barrett, he said: “The literature of the New World must look to the West for its poetry.”] Not to the crowded East, Where, in a well-worn groove, Like the harnessed wheel of […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Polititian. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Polititian Written in 1649. 1. WHat madness is’t for him that’s wise, To be so much self-hating? Himself and his to sacrifice, By medling still with things too high, That don’t concern, but gratifie His letchery of prating. What is’t to […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Safe Estate. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Safe Estate 1. HOw happy a man is he, Whose soul is quiet and free, And liveth content with his own! That does not desire To swell nor aspire, To the Coronet, nor to the Crown. He doth sit and devise, Those […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. At the Zoo. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) At the Zoo There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels and things, There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings. There’s a sort of a tiny potamus, and a tiny nosserus too - But I gave buns to […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. Lines Written at a Small Distance from my House and Sent by my Little Boy to the Person to whom They are Addressed. Уильям Вордсворт. Стихи, написанные неподалеку от дома и переданные моим мальчиком той, к кому обращены
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Lines Written at a Small Distance from my House and Sent by my Little Boy to the Person to whom They are Addressed It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before The redbreast sings from the tall larch That […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Leveller. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Leveller 1. NAy prethee don’t fly me, But sit thee down by me, I cannot endure A man that’s demure Go hang up your Worships and Sirs; Your congies and trips, With your legs, and your lips; Your Madams and Lords, And […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On Canary. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On Canary 1. OF all the rare juices, That Bacchus or Ceres produces, There’s none that I can, nor dare I Compare with the princely Canary; For this is the thing That a fancy infuses; This first got a King, And next the […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Independants Resolve. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Independants Resolve Written in 1648. COme Drawer and fill us about some wine, Let’s merrily tipple the day’s our own; We’l have our delights, let the countrey go pine, Let the King and his Kingdom groan. The Crown is our own, and […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. On the South Downs. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) On the South Downs Light falls the rain On link and laine, After the burning day; And the bright scene, Blue, gold, and green, Is blotted out in gray. Not so will part The glowing heart With sunny hours gone by; […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. The Acorn. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) The Acorn An acorn swung On an oak-tree bough; So long it had hung, It would fain fall now To the kindly earth, That its germ within Might burst into birth, And its life begin. And the autumn came With its […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. Drought. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) Drought For rain, for rain the parched lands cry, Reproachful to the cloudless sky. The hot white fields in light are blinking, The rivers in their beds are shrinking. For rest, for rest the weary cry That watch from dark to […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. What Gain?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) What Gain? Now, while thy rounded cheek is fresh and fair, While beauty lingers, laughing, in thine eyes, Ere thy young heart shall meet the stranger, “Care,” Or thy blithe soul become the home of sighs, Were it not kindness should I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Comrades. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Comrades I and my Soul are alone to-day, All in the shining weather; We were sick of the world, and put it away, So we could rejoice together. Our host, the Sun, in the blue, blue sky Is mixing a rare, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Nothing Remains. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Nothing Remains Nothing remains of unrecorded ages That lie in the silent cemetery time; Their wisdom may have shamed our wisest sages, Their glory may have been indeed sublime. How weak do seem our strivings after power, How poor the grandest efforts […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Helena. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Helena Last night I saw Helena. She whose praise Of late all men have sounded. She for whom Young Angus rashly sought a silent tomb Rather than live without her all his days. Wise men go mad who look upon her […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Happiness. Алан Александр Милн.
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Happiness John had Great Big Waterproof Boots on; John had a Great Big Waterproof Hat; John had a Great Big Waterproof Mackintosh – And that (Said John) Is That. Alan Alexander Milne’s other poems: Уединение • Solitude Lines and Squares The Wrong […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Retrospection. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Retrospection I look down the lengthening distance Far back to youth’s valley of hope. How strange seemed the ways of existence, How infinite life and its scope! What dreams, what ambitions came thronging To people a world of my own! How […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Let Them Go. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Let Them Go Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight That yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams, And shoot the shadows through and through with light? What matters one lost vision […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Burdened. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Burdened “Genius, a man’s weapon, a woman’s burden.”-Lamartine. Dear God! there is no sadder fate in life Than to be burdened so that you can not Sit down contented with the common lot Of happy mother and devoted wife. To feel […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Life (Life, like a romping schoolboy, full of glee). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Life (Life, like a romping schoolboy, full of glee) Life, like a romping schoolboy, full of glee, Doth bear us on his shoulder for a time. There is no path too steep for him to climb. With strong, lithe limbs, as agile and […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. Copernicus. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Copernicus 1. LEt the bowl pass free From him to thee As it first came to me, ‘Tis pity that we should confine it, Having all either credit or coyn yet, Let it e’n take its course, There’s no stopping its force, He […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. The Regions of Love. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) The Regions of Love Who knows the deeps, where the water sleeps Leagues from the light away? Who knows the heights, where myriad lights Fill heaven with endless day? The earth goes on—seeks and loses the sun, And men in the […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. A Spring Evening. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) A Spring Evening Across the Glory of the glowing skies, A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise From lavishness from God’s late gift. the rain. So, after farewell said, fond memories Of words and looks, now over, come again […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. Sonnet (Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion). Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) Sonnet (Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion) Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion, Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well Believed her able on earth to love and dwell With whatso man she set her love upon; […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. Christmas Roses. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) Christmas Roses White-faced Winter Roses, O’er the grave I plant you Where the dead reposes, That a soul may haunt you, And your ghostly whiteness In the Winter gloom, Seem some spirit-brightness Shining from the tomb! Francis William Bourdillon’s other poems: The […]
English Poetry. Francis William Bourdillon. The Heart Cry. Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон.
Francis William Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Уильям Бурдильон) The Heart Cry She turned the page of wounds and death With trembling fingers. In a breath The gladness of her life became Naught but a memory and a name. Farewell! Farewell! I might not share The perils it was yours […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Before the Mirror. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Before the Mirror I. WHITE ROSE in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden rows Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright. […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. It’s Not Going to Happen Again. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) It’s Not Going to Happen Again I have known the most dear that is granted us here, More supreme than the gods know above, Like a star I was hurled through the sweet of the world, And the height and the light of […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Sonnet Reversed. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Sonnet Reversed Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights. Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon! Soon they returned, and after strange adventures, Settled at Balham by the end of June, Their money was […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Inscriptions for a Peal of Eight Bells. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Inscriptions for a Peal of Eight Bells After a Restoration I. Thomas Tremble new-made me Eighteen hundred and fifty-three: Why he did I fail to see. II. I was well-toned by William Brine, Seventeen hundred and twenty-nine; Now, re-cast, I weakly […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. To a Tree in London. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) To a Tree in London (Clement’s Inn) Here you stay Night and day, Never, never going away! Do you ache When we take Holiday for our health’s sake? Wish for feet When the heat Scalds you in the brick-built street, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Single Witness. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Single Witness ‘Did no one else, then, see them, man, Lying among the whin? Did no one else, behold them at all Commit this shameless sin, But you, in the hollow of the down No traveller’s eye takes in?’ ‘Nobody else, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Popular Personage at Home. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Popular Personage at Home ‘I live here: “Wessex” is my name: I am a dog known rather well: I guard the house; but how that came To be my whim I cannot tell. ‘With a leap and a heart elate I […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Lady Vi. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Lady Vi There goes the Lady Vi. How well, How well I know the spectacle The earth presents And its events To her sweet sight Each day and night! ‘Life is a wheeling show, with me As its pivot of interest constantly. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Peace Peal. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Peace Peal (After Four Years of Silence) Said a wistful daw in Saint Peter’s tower, High above Casterbridge slates and tiles, ‘Why do the walls of my Gothic bower Shiver, and shrill out sounds for miles? This gray old rubble Has […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Inadvertently Cures His Love-Pains. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Inadvertently Cures His Love-Pains Song I said: ‘O let me sing the praise Of her who sweetly racks my days, – Her I adore; Her lips, her eyes, her moods, her ways!’ In miseries of pulse and pang I strung […]