English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. To a Withered Tree in June. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) To a Withered Tree in June Desolate tree! why are thy branches bare? What hast thou done To win strange winter from the summer air, Frost from the sun? Thou wert not churlish in thy palmier year Unto the herd; Tenderly gav’st thou […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Everlasting Grave-Digge. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Everlasting Grave-Digge Methought I stood amidst a burial-place And saw a phantom ply the sexton’s trade, Pale o’er the charnel bow’d the phantom’s face, Noiseless the phantom spade Gleam’d in the stars. Wondering I ask’d, “Whose grave dost thou prepare?” The labouring […]
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. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Love of Maturer Years. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Love of Maturer Years Nay, soother, do not dream thine art Can altar Nature’s stern decree; Or give me back the younger heart, Whose tablets had been clear to thee. Why seek, fair child, to pierce the dark That wraps the giant […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Guardian Angel. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Guardian Angel From Heaven what fancy stole The dream of some good spirit, aye at hand, The seraph whispering to the exile soul Tales of its native land? Who to the cradle gave The unseen watcher by the mother’s side, Born with […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Love and Death. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) Love and Death O Strong as the eagle, O mild as the dove, How like and how unlike O Death and O Love! Knitting earth to the heaven, The near to the far, With the step in the dust, And the eye on […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Pilgrim of the Desert. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Pilgrim of the Desert Wearily flaggeth my Soul in the Desert; Wearily, wearily. Sand, ever sand, not a gleam of the fountain; Sun, ever sun, not a shade from the mountain; Wave after wave flows the sea of the Desert, Drearily, drearily. […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The True Joy-Giver. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The True Joy-Giver Oh Oevoë, liber Pater, Oh, the vintage feast divine, When the God was in the bosom And his rapture in the wine; When the Faun laugh’d out at morning; When the Mænad hymn’d the night; And the Earth itself was […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Is It all Vanity?. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) Is It all Vanity? Doubting of life, my spirit paused perplext Let fall its fardell of laborious care, And the sharp cry of my great trouble vext Unsympathizing air. Out on this choice of unrewarded toil, This upward path into the realm of […]
Почему в России круговорот назначений и назначают на разные посты бездарей
Почему в России круговорот назначений и назначают на разные посты бездарей Оригинал Вдохновение послужило назначение на руководство агитпропом серой личности, нашистски и русобофки Кристины Потупчик, сказавшей из забавного (написала в Твиттере – Хорошо быть еврейкой, а блогером плохо) Почему их снова и снова назначают на разные места несмотря на очевидную профнепригодность. Вот теория. Возможно […]
Что такое не воевать на полшишечки?
Оригинал. Перепост. Подписывайтесь на Телеграм канал Что такое не воевать на полшишечки? Что такое не воевать на полшишечки? Мы воюем на полшишечки или делаем вид, что воюем. Понятно, что жираф большой и ему видней. И у нас нет всех данных, которые есть на верху. И да наши Вооруженные Силы, армия Российской Федерации, и […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The Image on the Tide. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The Image on the Tide Not a sound is heard But my heart by thine, Breathe not a word, Lay thy hand in mine. How trembling, yet still, On the lake’s clear tide, Sleep the distant hill, And the bank beside. The […]
English Poetry. Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The First Violets. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон) The First Violets Who that has loved knows not the tender tale Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell? Whose youth has paused not, dreaming, in the vale Where the rath violets dwell? Lo, where they shrink along the lonely brake, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Daily Work. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Daily Work Who lags for dread of daily work, And his appointed task would shirk, Commits a folly and a crime; A soulless slave — a paltry knave — A clog upon the wheels of Time. With work to do, and store of health, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Custer. Book Third. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Custer. Book Third [There is an interval of eight years between Books Second and Third.] I. As in the long dead days marauding hosts Of Indians came from far Siberian coasts, And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their grounds, Despoiled their homes […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 84. They May Rail at This Life. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 84. They May Rail at This Life They may rail at this life – from the hour I began it I found it a life full of kindness and bliss; And, until they can show me some happier planet, More social […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Old Opinions. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Old Opinions Once we thought that Power Eternal Had decreed the woes of man; That the human heart was wicked Since its pulses first began; That the earth was but a prison, Dark and joyless at the best, And that men were born for […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Three Preachers. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Three Preachers There are three preachers, ever preaching, Fill’d with eloquence and power. One is old, with locks of white, Skinny as an anchorite; And he preaches every hour With a shrill fanatic voice, And a Bigot’s fiery scorn: — “Backward! ye presumptuous […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Custer. Book Second. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Custer. Book Second I. Oh, for the power to call to aid, of mine Own humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine. Then might she fitly sing, and only then, Of those intrepid and unflinching men Who knew no homes save ever […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Dream of the Reveller. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Dream of the Reveller Around the board the guests were met, the lights above them beaming, And in their cups, replenish’d oft, the ruddy wine was streaming; Their cheeks were flush’d their eyes were bright, their hearts with pleasure bounded, The song was […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Mowers. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Mowers Dense on the stream the vapours lay, Thick as wool on the cold highway; Spongy and dim, each lonely lamp Shone o’er the streets so dull and damp; The moonbeam could not pierce the cloud That swathed the city like a shroud. […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Unknown Romances. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Unknown Romances I. Oft have I wandered when the first faint light Of morning shone upon the steeple vanes Of sleeping London, through the silent night, Musing on memories of joys and pains; — And looking down long vistas of dim lanes And […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Custer. Book First. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Custer. Book First I. All valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy To sing of deeds as dauntless and as brave As e’er lent luster to a warrior’s grave. Sing of that noble […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Light in the Window. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Light in the Window Late or early home returning, In the starlight or the rain, I beheld that lonely candle Shining from his window-pane. Ever o’er his tattered curtain, Nightly looking, I could scan, Aye inditing, Writing — writing, The pale figure of […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Astronomer. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Astronomer Upon thy lofty tower, O lonely sage, Reading at midnight hour Heaven’s awful page. Thine art can poise the sun In balance true, And countless worlds that run Beyond our view. Thou scannest with clear eyes The azure cope; To thee the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Happy Love. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Happy Love Since the sweet knowledge I possess That she I love is mine, All Nature throbs with happiness, And wears a face divine. The woods seem greener than they were, The skies are brighter blue; The stars shine clearer, and the air Lets […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 7. Fly Not Yet. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 7. Fly Not Yet FLY not yet, ’tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. ’Twas but to bless […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Unconquered. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Unconquered However skilled and strong art thou, my foe, However fierce is thy relentless hate Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow, To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. You Never Can Tell. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) You Never Can Tell You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go. It may pierce the breast of […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Wife. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Wife 1. SInce thou’rt condemn’d to wed a thing, And that same thing must be a she; And that same she to thee must cling For term of life of her and thee; I’ll tell thee what this thing shall bee. […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Two Nights. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Two Nights (Suggested by the lives of Napoleon and Josephine.) I. One night was full of rapture and delight— Of reunited arms and swooning kisses, And all the unnamed and unnumbered blisses Which fond souls find in love of love at […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Hammock’s Complaint. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Hammock’s Complaint Who thinks how desolate and strange To me must seem the autumn’s change, When housed in attic or in chest, A lonely and unwilling guest, I lie through nights of bleak December, And think in silence, and remember. I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Pessimist. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Pessimist The pessimistic locust, last to leaf, Though all the world is glad, still talks of grief. Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems: The Phantom Ball The Plow of God The Giddy Girl The Awakening (I love the tropics, where sun and rain) […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Optimist. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Optimist The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing Or note enlivened the depressing wood, A soiled and sullen, stubborn snowdrift stood Beside the roadway. Winds came muttering Of storms to be, and brought the chilly sting Of icebergs in their […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Three Friends. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Three Friends Of all the blessings which my life has known, I value most, and most praise God for three: Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrades true, Who, masqueraded in the garb of foes For many a year, and filled my heart […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Wish. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Wish Should some great angel say to me to-morrow, ”Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start, But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow, Some one dear wish, the nearest to thy heart.” This were my wish! from my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Creed to Be. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Creed to Be Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres, And, like a blessing or a curse, They thunder down the formless years, And ring throughout the universe. We build our futures, by the shape Of our desires, and not by […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Leper. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) The Leper NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-water Is not so delicate to drink: This was well seen of me and her. I served her in a royal house; I served her wine and curious meat. […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree. Уильям Вордсворт. Строки, оставленные на камне в разветвлении тисового дерева, стоящего неподалеку от озера Истуэйд в уединенной, но живописной части побережья
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands Far from all human dwelling: what if here No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb? What if the bee love not these barren boughs? Yet, if the wind breathe […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Which Are You?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Which Are You? There are two kinds of people on earth to-day; Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the sinner and the saint, for it’s well understood, The good are half bad and the bad are half […]