English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Old Wooden Cradle. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Old Wooden Cradle Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside. No more to its motion o’er sleep’s fairy ocean, Our play-weary wayfarers peacefully glide. No more by the rhythm of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The South. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The South A queen of indolence and idle grace, Robed in the vestments of a costly gown, She turns the languor of her lovely face Upon progression with a lazy frown. Her throne is built upon a marshy down; Malarial mosses wreathe her […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The River. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The River I am a river flowing from God’s sea Through devious ways. He mapped my course for me; I cannot change it; mine alone the toil To keep the waters free from grime and soil. The winding river ends where it […]
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. Alexander Brome. The Cavalier. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Cavalier WE have ventur’d our estates, And our liberties and lives, For our Master and his mates, And been toss’d by cruel fates, Where the rebellious Devil drives, So that not one of ten survives. We have laid all at stake For his […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Round. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Round SIt round, sit round, leave musing and thinking, Hang caring and working, let’s fall to our drink∣ing; The works of our hands Shall purchase no lands, But in spight of all care wee’l be frolick; He that does the glass skip, May […]
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. Anne Bradstreet. For the Restoration of My Dear Husband from a Burning Ague, June, 1661. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) For the Restoration of My Dear Husband from a Burning Ague, June, 1661 When feares and sorrowes me besett, Then did’st thou rid me out; When heart did faint and spirits quail, Thou comforts me about. Thou rais’st him vp I feard to loose, […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. My Thankfull Heart with Glorying Tongue. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) * * * My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue Shall celebrate thy Name, Who hath restor’d, redeem’d, recur’d From sicknes, death, and Pain. I cry’d thov seem’st to make some stay, I sovght more earnestly; And in due time thou succóur’st me, And sent’st […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. The Four Seasons of the Year. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) The Four Seasons of the Year Spring. Another four I’ve left yet to bring on, Of four times four the last Quaternion, The Winter, Summer, Autumn & the Spring, In season all these Seasons I shall bring: Sweet Spring like man in his […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Silvia. Уильям Шекспир.
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Silvia WHO is Silvia? What is she? That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. To My Dear Children. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) To My Dear Children This Book by Any yet unread, I leaue for you when I am dead, That, being gone, here you may find What was your liueing mother’s mind. Make use of what I leaue in Loue And God shall blesse you […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. For Deliverance from a Feaver. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) For Deliverance from a Feaver When Sorrowes had begyrt me rovnd, And Paines within and out, When in my flesh no part was sovnd, Then didst thou rid me out. My burning flesh in sweat did boyle, My aking head did break; From side […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. As Spring the Winter Doth Succeed. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) * * * May 13, 1657. As spring the winter doth succeed, And leaues the naked Trees doe dresse, The earth all black is cloth’d in green; At svn-shine each their joy expresse. My Svns returned with healing wings. My Soul and Body […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. An Apology. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) An Apology To finish what’s begun, was my intent, My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent; Essays I many made but still gave out, The more I mus’d, the more I was in doubt: The subject large my mind and body weak, With many […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Of the Four Humours in Mans Constitution. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Of the Four Humours in Mans Constitution The former four now ending their discourse, Ceasing to vaunt their good, or threat their force. Lo other four step up, crave leave to show The native qualityes that from them flow: But first they wisely shew’d […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented Dear Sir of late delighted with the sight Of your four Sisters cloth’d in black and white, Of fairer Dames the Sun, ne’r saw the face; Though made a pedestal for Adams Race; […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. As Weary Pilgrim, Now at Rest. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) * * * As weary pilgrim, now at rest, Hugs with delight his silent nest His wasted limbes, now lye full soft That myrie steps, haue troden oft Blesses himself, to think vpon his dangers past, and travailes done The burning sun no more […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Napoleon and the Sphynx. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Napoleon and the Sphynx I. Beneath him stretched the sands Of Egypt’s burning lands, The desert panted to the swelt’ring ray; The camel’s plashing feet, With slow, uneasy beat, Threw up the scorching dust like arrowy spray, And fierce the sunlight glowed, As […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. King Smith. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) King Smith Said great King Smith to great Guizot, ‘Does Virtue dwell in this world below? I’ve travelled much, but never found A true, good man above the ground. How shall I curb this folk of mine— This rampant, raging herd of swine? To […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Cathedral Music. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Cathedral Music THE VOLUNTARY. The solemn organ poured sonorous waves Of melody through the cathedral aisles Dim, but most beautiful, that stood in gloom Like antique forests, hardened into stone. And as th’ invisible musician played, And all the pious women told their […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been. Уильям Шекспир.
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt; what dark days seen, What old December’s bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. A Reverie in the Grass. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) A Reverie in the Grass Here let me rest, amid the bearded grass, Sprinkled with buttercups; and idly pass One hour of sunshine on the green hill slope: Watching the rigid clouds, that o’er the cope Of visible heaven sail quietly along; Listening the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Wants of the People. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Wants of the People What do we want? Our daily bread; Leave to earn it by our skill: Leave to labor freely for it, Leave to buy it where we will: For ’tis hard upon the many, Hard — unpitied by the few, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Clear the Way. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Clear the Way Men of thought! be up, and stirring Night and day: Sow the seed — withdraw the curtain — CLEAR THE WAY! Men of action, aid and cheer them, As ye may! There’s a fount about to stream, There’s a light about […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. The Tarbolton Lasses (“If уe gae up to yon hill-tap…”). Роберт Бернс. Тарболтонские девушки («Вот Пегги. Ей простых парней…»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) The Tarbolton Lasses (“If уe gae up to yon hill-tap…”) If ye gae up to yon hill-tap, Ye’ll there see bonnie Peggy; She kens her father is a laird, And she forsooth’s a leddy. There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, Besides a handsome […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Duel. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Duel Oh many a duel the world has seen That was bitter with hate, that was red with gore, But I sing of a duel by far more cruel Than ever by poet was sung before. It was waged by night, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Tryst. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Tryst Just when all hope had perished in my soul, And balked desire made havoc with my mind, My cruel Ladye suddenly grew kind, And sent these gracious words upon a scroll: ”When knowing Night her dusky scarf has tied Across […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Thy Ship. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Thy Ship Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored The priceless riches of all climes and lands, Say, wouldst thou let it float upon the seas Unpiloted, of fickle winds the sport, And of wild waves and hidden rocks […]