English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Time’s Hymn of Hate. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Time’s Hymn of Hate Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great, How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate, While Time goes down the centuries and sings his hymn of hate! Time’s voice is just. His words […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Khaki Boys Who Were Not at the Front. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Khaki Boys Who Were Not at the Front Oh! it is not just the men who face the guns, Not the fighters at the Front alone, to-day Who will bring the longed-for close to the bloody fray, for those Could not […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Awakening (I said, I will place my heart, my heart all broken). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Awakening (I said, I will place my heart, my heart all broken) I said, ’I will place my heart, my heart all broken, Beside the world’s torn heart, that it may know The comradeship of sorrow that is not spoken, But is […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 28. Oh! Blame Not the Bard. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 28. Oh! Blame Not the Bard OH! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Where Pleasure lies, carelessly smiling at Fame; He was born for much more, and in happier hours His soul might have burn’d with a […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Come Back Clean. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Come Back Clean This is the song for a soldier To sing as he rides from home To the fields afar where the battles are Or over the ocean’s foam: ’Whatever the dangers waiting In the lands I have not seen, If […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Camp Followers. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Camp Followers In the old wars of the world there were camp followers, Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire, Women of weak wills and strong desire. And, like the poison ivy in the woods That winds itself about tall […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Our Atlas. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Our Atlas Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world, Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods have hurled The evils of old festering lands-yea, hurled them in their might And left him standing all alone, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. ’Flowers of France’. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) ’Flowers of France’ DECORATION POEM FOR SOLDIERS’ GRAVES, TOURS, FRANCE, MAY 30, 1918 Flowers of France in the Spring, Your growth is a beautiful thing; But give us your fragrance and bloom- Yea, give us your lives in truth, Give us your […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. A Lot o’ Maïdens. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. A Lot o’ Maïdens “Come on. Be sprack, a-laggèn back.” “Oh! be there any cows to hook?” “Lauk she’s afraïd, a silly maïd,” Cows? No, the cows be down by brook. “O here then, oh! here is a lot.” “A lot o’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. John Bloom in Lon’on. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. John Bloom in Lon’on (All true.) John Bloom he wer a jolly soul, A grinder o’ the best o’ meal, Bezide a river that did roll, Vrom week to week, to push his wheel. His flour wer all a-meäde o’ wheat; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Pity. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Pity Good Meäster Collins! aye, how mild he spoke Woone day o’ Mercy to zome cruel vo’k. “No, no. Have Mercy on a helpless head, An’ don’t be cruel to a zoul,’ he zaid. “When Babylon’s king woonce cast ’ithin The viery […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Praise o’ Do’set. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Praise o’ Do’set We Do’set, though we mid be hwomely, Be’nt asheäm’d to own our pleäce; An’ we’ve zome women not uncomely; Nor asheäm’d to show their feäce: We’ve a meäd or two wo’th mowèn, We’ve an ox or two wo’th showèn, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Leeburn Mill. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Leeburn Mill Ov all the meäds wi’ shoals an’ pools, Where streams did sheäke the limber zedge, An’ milkèn vo’k did teäke their stools, In evenèn zun-light under hedge: Ov all the wears the brook did vill, Or all the hatches where […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. My Love’s Guardian Angel. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. My Love’s Guardian Angel As in the cool-aïr’d road I come by, —in the night, Under the moon-clim’d height o’ the sky, —in the night, There by the lime’s broad lim’s as I staÿ’d, Dark in the moonlight, bough’s sheädows plaÿ’d Up […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 43. By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 43. By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore By that Lake, whose gloomy shore Sky-lark never warbles o’er, Where the cliff hangs high and steep, Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep. “Here, at least,” he calmly said, “Woman ne’er shall find my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Message. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Message I have not the gift of vision, I have not the psychic ear, And the realms that are called Elysian I neither see nor hear; Yet oft when the shadows darken And the daylight hides its face, The soul of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Hour. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Hour This is the world’s stupendous hour- The supreme moment for the race To see the emptiness of power, The worthlessness of wealth and place, To see the purpose and the plan Conceived by God for growing man. And they […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. War. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) War I There is no picturesqueness and no glory, No halo of romance, in war to-day. It is a hideous thing; Time would turn grey With horror, were he not already hoary At sight of this vile monster, foul and gory. Yet […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. America Will Not Turn Back. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) * * * WOODROW WILSON America will not turn back; She did not idly start, But weighed full carefully and well Her grave, important part. She chose the part of Freedom’s friend, And will pursue it, to the end. Great Liberty, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Thanksgiving (Thanksgiving for the strong armed day). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Thanksgiving (Thanksgiving for the strong armed day) Thanksgiving for the strong armed day, That lifted war’s red curse, When Peace, that lordly little word, Was uttered in a voice that stirred- Yea, shook the Universe. Thanksgiving for the Mighty Hour That brimmed […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Pastoral. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Pastoral On the Kings Death. Written in 1648. 1. WHere Englands Damon us’d to keep, In peace and awe, his flocks Who fed, not fed upon, his sheep, There Wolves and Tygres now do ▪prey, There Sheep are slain, and Goats […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Commoners. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Commoners Writtenin 1645 to the Club men. 1. COme your waies Bonny Boyes Of the Town, For now is your time or never; Shall your fears Or your cares Cast you down? Hang your wealth And your health, Get renown, We […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Friend. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Friend FAin would I find out a friend that is true; That we may live freely together: But men are grown false, and friends are but few, And as fickle in mind as a feather. That man I suspect, who much zeal […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. On the Queens Arrival. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) On the Queens Arrival 1. FRom the Lusitanian Shore, Our triumphing Ships are come Proudly with their royal lading, Which Britain, that now truly’s great, enjoys at home, And needs no more abroad to rome, But may now give over trading. For we […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Young Earth. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Young Earth Old Earth? Young Earth! — though myriad years, Since Time’s primeval morn, She may have bloom’d amid the spheres Before a man was born. Still young; though race succeeding race Have trod her breast sublime, And flourish’d in their pride […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Earth and the Stars. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Earth and the Stars Said the Earth to the Stars, ‘Oh my sisters, Fellow-travellers through this dread immensity, Send a voice to my spirit and declare, If, serenely as ye smile on me, and fair, Ye are dwellings for all miseries, like me? […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Water Tarantella. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Water Tarantella The winds blow low on the fields and hedges, There is a murmur amid the sedges, A low sweet sound where the water gushes Forth from the grass amid the rushes; It is a streamlet small and young, It loves to […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. We Are Wiser Than We Know. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) We Are Wiser Than We Know Thou, who in the midnight silence Lookest to the orbs on high, Feeling humbled, yet elated, In the presence of the sky; Thou, who minglest with thy sadness Pride ecstatic, awe divine, That ev’n thou canst trace their […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Man in the Dead Sea. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Man in the Dead Sea An Apologue Walking on the Dead Sea shore, Meditating evermore, Underneath the burning ray Of intolerable day, I beheld a fearful thing — Bloody deed as e’er was done, Wrought, unblushing, unrelenting, In the presence of the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Child and the Mourners. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Child and the Mourners A little child, beneath a tree Sat and chanted cheerily A little song, a pleasant song, Which was — she sang it all day long — “When the wind blows the blossoms fall; But a good God reigns over […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Working Man’s Song. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Working Man’s Song Who lacks for bread of daily work And his appointed task would shirk, Commits a folly and a crime; A soulless slave— A partly knave— A clog upon the wheels of Time. With work to do and stores of health, […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Hermaphroditus. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн. Гермафродит
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Hermaphroditus I. LIFT UP thy lips, turn round, look back for love, Blind love that comes by night and casts out rest; Of all things tired thy lips look weariest, Save the long smile that they are wearied of. Ah sweet, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. A Lot o’ Maïdens. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. A Lot o’ Maïdens “Come on. Be sprack, a-laggèn back.” “Oh! be there any cows to hook?” “Lauk she’s afraïd, a silly maïd,” Cows? No, the cows be down by brook. “O here then, oh! here is a lot.” “A lot o’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. John Bloom in Lon’on. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. John Bloom in Lon’on (All true.) John Bloom he wer a jolly soul, A grinder o’ the best o’ meal, Bezide a river that did roll, Vrom week to week, to push his wheel. His flour wer all a-meäde o’ wheat; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Pity. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Pity Good Meäster Collins! aye, how mild he spoke Woone day o’ Mercy to zome cruel vo’k. “No, no. Have Mercy on a helpless head, An’ don’t be cruel to a zoul,’ he zaid. “When Babylon’s king woonce cast ’ithin The viery […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Praise o’ Do’set. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Praise o’ Do’set We Do’set, though we mid be hwomely, Be’nt asheäm’d to own our pleäce; An’ we’ve zome women not uncomely; Nor asheäm’d to show their feäce: We’ve a meäd or two wo’th mowèn, We’ve an ox or two wo’th showèn, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Leeburn Mill. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Leeburn Mill Ov all the meäds wi’ shoals an’ pools, Where streams did sheäke the limber zedge, An’ milkèn vo’k did teäke their stools, In evenèn zun-light under hedge: Ov all the wears the brook did vill, Or all the hatches where […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. My Love’s Guardian Angel. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. My Love’s Guardian Angel As in the cool-aïr’d road I come by, —in the night, Under the moon-clim’d height o’ the sky, —in the night, There by the lime’s broad lim’s as I staÿ’d, Dark in the moonlight, bough’s sheädows plaÿ’d Up […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Desire of Fame. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Desire of Fame Written at the age of thirty. I do confess that I have wish’d to give My land the gift of no ignoble name. And in that holier air have sought to live, Sunn’d with the hope of Fame. […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. On the Reperusal of Letters Written in Youth. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) On the Reperusal of Letters Written in Youth Strange, as when vaguely through the autumn haze Loom the pale scenes last view’d in summer skies, Out from the mist the thoughts of sunny days And golden youth arise. Were ye, in truth, my […]