English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. If (Twixt what thou art, and what thou wouldst be, let). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) If (Twixt what thou art, and what thou wouldst be, let) Twixt what thou art, and what thou wouldst be, let No ”If” arise on which to lay the blame. Man makes a mountain of that puny word, But, like a blade of […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Song (Oh! Love, they said). Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Song (Oh! Love, they said) “Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown. Earth fades in flame before his wings, And Sun and Moon bow down.” – But that, I knew, would never do; And Heaven is all […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world’s a song; “She’s far,” it sings me, “but fair,” it rings me, “Quiet,” it laughs, […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Jolly Company. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Jolly Company The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: “O white companionship! You only In love, in faith unbroken dwell, Friends radiant and inseparable!” Light-heart and glad they seemed to me And […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The One Before the Last. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The One Before the Last I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last, And smiled to greet the pleasant pain Of that innocent young past. But I jumped to feel how sharp had been The pain when […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Better vor zeèn o’ you. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Better vor zeèn o’ you ’Twer good what Meäster Collins spoke O’ spite to two poor spitevul vo’k. When woone twold tother o’ the two “I be never the better vor zeèn o’ you.” If soul to soul, as Christians should, […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. The Passionate Pilgrim. Уильям Шекспир. Влюблённый пилигрим
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) The Passionate Pilgrim I. When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor’d youth, Unskilful in the world’s false forgeries, Thus vainly thinking that she thinks […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Turnstile. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Turnstile Ah! sad wer we as we did peäce The wold church road, wi’ downcast feäce, The while the bells, that mwoan’d so deep Above our child a-left asleep, Wer now a-zingèn all alive Wi’ tother bells to meäke the vive. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Moonlight on the Door. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Moonlight on the Door A-swaÿèn slow, the poplar’s head, Above the slopèn thatch did ply, The while the midnight moon did shed His light below the spangled sky. An’ there the road did reach avore The hatch, all vootless down the hill; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Nanny Gill. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Nanny Gill Ah! they wer times, when Nanny Gill Went so’jerèn ageänst her will, Back when the King come down to view His ho’se an’ voot, in red an’ blue, An’ they did march in rows, An’ wheel in lines an’ bows, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Heäre. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Heäre (Dree o’m a-ta’ken o’t.) (1) There be the greyhounds! lo’k! an’ there’s the heäre! (2) What houn’s, the squier’s, Thomas? where, then, where? (1) Why, out in Ash Hill, near the barn, behind Thik tree. (3) The pollard? (1) […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ Oh! thik Gammony Gaÿ is so droll, That if he’s at hwome by the he’th, Or wi’ vo’k out o’ door, he’s the soul O’ the meetèn vor antics an’ me’th; He do cast off the thoughts ov ill luck […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Sparrow Club. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Sparrow Club Last night the merry farmers’ sons, Vrom biggest down to leäst, min, Gi’ed in the work of all their guns, An’ had their sparrow feäst, min. An’ who vor woone good merry soul Should goo to sheäre their me’th, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days O the wings o’ the rook wer a-glitterèn bright, As he wheel’d on above, in the zun’s evenèn light, An’ noo snow wer a-left, but in patches o’ white, On the hill at the turn o’ the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ Oh! thik Gammony Gaÿ is so droll, That if he’s at hwome by the he’th, Or wi’ vo’k out o’ door, he’s the soul O’ the meetèn vor antics an’ me’th; He do cast off the thoughts ov ill luck […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Sparrow Club. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Sparrow Club Last night the merry farmers’ sons, Vrom biggest down to leäst, min, Gi’ed in the work of all their guns, An’ had their sparrow feäst, min. An’ who vor woone good merry soul Should goo to sheäre their me’th, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days O the wings o’ the rook wer a-glitterèn bright, As he wheel’d on above, in the zun’s evenèn light, An’ noo snow wer a-left, but in patches o’ white, On the hill at the turn o’ the […]
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English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Song (Oh! Love, they said). Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Song (Oh! Love, they said) “Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown. Earth fades in flame before his wings, And Sun and Moon bow down.” – But that, I knew, would never do; And Heaven is all […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world’s a song; “She’s far,” it sings me, “but fair,” it rings me, “Quiet,” it laughs, […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Jolly Company. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Jolly Company The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: “O white companionship! You only In love, in faith unbroken dwell, Friends radiant and inseparable!” Light-heart and glad they seemed to me And […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The One Before the Last. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The One Before the Last I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last, And smiled to greet the pleasant pain Of that innocent young past. But I jumped to feel how sharp had been The pain when […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Better vor zeèn o’ you. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Better vor zeèn o’ you ’Twer good what Meäster Collins spoke O’ spite to two poor spitevul vo’k. When woone twold tother o’ the two “I be never the better vor zeèn o’ you.” If soul to soul, as Christians should, […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. The Passionate Pilgrim. Уильям Шекспир. Влюблённый пилигрим
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) The Passionate Pilgrim I. When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor’d youth, Unskilful in the world’s false forgeries, Thus vainly thinking that she thinks […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Turnstile. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Turnstile Ah! sad wer we as we did peäce The wold church road, wi’ downcast feäce, The while the bells, that mwoan’d so deep Above our child a-left asleep, Wer now a-zingèn all alive Wi’ tother bells to meäke the vive. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Moonlight on the Door. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Moonlight on the Door A-swaÿèn slow, the poplar’s head, Above the slopèn thatch did ply, The while the midnight moon did shed His light below the spangled sky. An’ there the road did reach avore The hatch, all vootless down the hill; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Nanny Gill. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Nanny Gill Ah! they wer times, when Nanny Gill Went so’jerèn ageänst her will, Back when the King come down to view His ho’se an’ voot, in red an’ blue, An’ they did march in rows, An’ wheel in lines an’ bows, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Heäre. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Heäre (Dree o’m a-ta’ken o’t.) (1) There be the greyhounds! lo’k! an’ there’s the heäre! (2) What houn’s, the squier’s, Thomas? where, then, where? (1) Why, out in Ash Hill, near the barn, behind Thik tree. (3) The pollard? (1) […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gammony Gaÿ Oh! thik Gammony Gaÿ is so droll, That if he’s at hwome by the he’th, Or wi’ vo’k out o’ door, he’s the soul O’ the meetèn vor antics an’ me’th; He do cast off the thoughts ov ill luck […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Sparrow Club. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Sparrow Club Last night the merry farmers’ sons, Vrom biggest down to leäst, min, Gi’ed in the work of all their guns, An’ had their sparrow feäst, min. An’ who vor woone good merry soul Should goo to sheäre their me’th, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days O the wings o’ the rook wer a-glitterèn bright, As he wheel’d on above, in the zun’s evenèn light, An’ noo snow wer a-left, but in patches o’ white, On the hill at the turn o’ the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Question. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Question Beside us in our seeking after pleasures, Through all our restless striving after fame, Through all our search for worldly gains and treasures, There walketh one whom no man likes to name. Silent he follows, veiled of form and feature, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Times. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Times The times are not degenerate. Man’s faith Mounts higher than of old. No crumbling creed Can take from the immortal soul the need Of that supreme Creator, God. The wraith Of dead beliefs we cherished in our youth Fades but […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Tendril’s Faith. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Tendril’s Faith Under the snow in the dark and the cold, A pale little sprout was humming; Sweetly it sang, ’neath the frozen mold, Of the beautiful days that were coming. ”How foolish your songs,” said a lump of clay, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. To an Astrologer. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) To an Astrologer Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore, Nor question that the tenor of my life, Past, present and the future, is revealed There in my horoscope. I do believe That yon dead moon compels the haughty seas To […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Will (You will be what you will to be). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Will (You will be what you will to be) You will be what you will to be; Let failure find its false content In that poor word ”environment,” But spirit scorns it, and is free, It masters time, it conquers space, It […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Tulip Bed at Greeley Square. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Tulip Bed at Greeley Square You know that oasis, fresh and fair In the city desert, as Greeley square? That bright triangle of scented bloom That lies surrounded by grime and gloom? Right in the breast of the seething […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Uncontrolled. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Uncontrolled The mighty forces of mysterious space Are one by one subdued by lordly man. The awful lightning that for eons ran Their devastating and untrammeled race, Now bear his messages from place to place Like carrier doves. The winds lead on […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Traveled Man. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Traveled Man Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out, The ships all sunk among the coral strands. I am so very weary, yea so worn out, With tales of those who visit foreign lands. When asked to dine, […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. A Ballad of Dreamland. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) A Ballad of Dreamland I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun’s way, hidden apart; In a softer bed than the soft white snow’s is, Under the roses I hid my heart. Why would it sleep not? […]