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English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Kettle. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Kettle There’s many a house of grandeur, With turret, tower and dome, That knows not peace or comfort, And does not prove a home. I do not ask for splendor To crown my daily lot, But this I ask–a kitchen Where […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Maiden to Her Mirror. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Maiden to Her Mirror He said he loved me! Then he called my hair Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow, My cheek a rose leaf fallen on new snow; And swore my round, full throat would bring despair To […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Unanswered Prayers. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Unanswered Prayers Like some school master, kind in being stern, Who hears the children crying o’er their slates And calling, ”Help me master!” yet helps not, Since in his silence and refusal lies Their self-development, so God abides Unheeding many prayers. He […]

English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Fear No More. Уильям Шекспир.

William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Fear No More Fear no more the heat o’ the sun; Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney sweepers come to dust. Fear no […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Universal Route. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Universal Route As we journey along, with a laugh and a song, We see, on youth’s flower-decked slope, Like a beacon of light, shining fair on the sight, The beautiful Station of Hope. But the wheels of old Time roll […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Undiscovered Country. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Undiscovered Country Man has explored all countries and all lands, And made his own the secrets of each clime. Now, ere the world has fully reached its prime, The oval earth lies compassed with steel bands; The seas are slaves to […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Thought-Magnets. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Thought-Magnets With each strong thought, with every earnest longing For aught thou deemest needful to thy soul, Invisible vast forces are set thronging Between thee and that goal. ’Tis only when some hidden weakness alters And changes thy desire, or makes […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Transformation. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Transformation She waited in a rose-hued room; A wanton-hearted creature she, But beautiful and bright to see As some great orchid just in bloom. Upon wide cushions stretched at ease She lolled in garments filmy fine, Which but enhanced each rounded […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Best. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Best In the gruesome night and the wintry weather, I watched two dear friends die, And I buried them both in one grave together. Oh! who is so sad as I? For the old love, and the old year, They both have […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. At the Bridal. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) At the Bridal Oh! but the bride was lovely, Oh! but the scene was bright, And why was the bridegroom’s face as pale As his lady’s robe of white? Did you not see beside him A guest unasked, unbid? Who came […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Those Faded Leaves Were as White as Snow. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Those Faded Leaves Were as White as Snow With a background of green, to make them show, When you gave them to me long years ago. They carried me back in a flash of light To a perfumed, perfect summer night, And […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. An Old Bouquet. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) An Old Bouquet I opened a long closed drawer to-day, And among the souvenirs stored away Were the faded leaves of an old bouquet. Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems: The Phantom Ball The Giddy Girl The Awakening (I love the tropics, where […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Alone in the House. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Alone in the House I am all alone in the house to-night; They would not have gone away Had they known of the terrible, bloodless fight I have held with my heart to-day. With the old sweet love and the old fierce […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Mirage. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Mirage When the beautiful mountain ash is turning– As lovely a sight as the eyes desire; When the leaves of the sumac bush are burning, Like the steady flame of a winter fire; When the weeds by the roadside all grow golden, […]

English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Aubade. Уильям Шекспир.

William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Aubade Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings, And Phoebus ‘gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty bin, My lady sweet, arise! Arise, […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Lullaby. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Lullaby When the long day leans to the twilight, When the Evening star climbs to the moon, With a heart that is silently breaking, I sit in the gloaming and croon. I croon a low song for my darling, My wee […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Their Faces. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Their Faces O Beautiful white Angels! who control The inner workings of each poet soul, Thou who hast touched my mind with tender graces Come near to me that I may see thy faces. Me, didst thou bless before I came […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Burial. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Burial To-day I had a burial of my dead. There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall, No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed– I only turned a picture to the wall. A picture that had hung […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I Didn’t Think. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) I Didn’t Think If all the troubles in the world Were traced back to their start, We’d find not one in ten begun From want of willing heart. But there’s a sly, woe-working elf Who lurks about youth’s brink, And sure dismay […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Two Friends. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Two Friends One day Ambition, in his endless round, All filled with vague and nameless longings, found Slow wasting Genius, who from spot to spot Went idly grazing, through the Realms of Thought. Ambition cried, ’Come, wander forth with me; I […]

English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It’s Not True. Руперт Брук.

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) * * * Sonnet I said I splendidly loved you; it’s not true. Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea. On gods or fools the high risk falls — on you – The clean clear bitter-sweet that’s not for me. […]

English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess. Руперт Брук.

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians (The Priests within the Temple) She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother. She was lustful and lewd? — but a God; we had […]

English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Seaside. Руперт Брук.

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Seaside Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd’s good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am drawn nightward; I must turn again Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand, There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown The […]

English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Sleeping Out: Full Moon. Руперт Брук.

Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Sleeping Out: Full Moon They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely. We have slept too long, who can hardly win The white one flame, […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Bad News. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Bad News I do mind when there broke bitter tidèns, Woone day, on their ears, An’ their souls wer a-smote wi’ a stroke As the lightnèn do vall on the woak, An’ the things that wer bright all around em Seem’d dim […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gruffmoody Grim. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gruffmoody Grim Aye, a sad life his wife must ha’ led, Vor so snappish he’s leätely a-come, That there’s nothèn but anger or dread Where he is, abroad or at hwome; He do wreak all his spite on the bwones O’ whatever […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Happiness. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Happiness Ah! you do seem to think the ground, Where happiness is best a-vound, Is where the high-peäl’d park do reach Wi’ elem-rows, or clumps o’ beech; Or where the coach do stand avore The twelve-tunn’d house’s lofty door, Or men can […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Dobbin Dead. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Dobbin Dead Thomas (1) an’ John (2) a-ta’èn o’t. 2. I do veel vor ye, Thomas, vor I be a-feär’d You’ve a-lost your wold meäre then, by what I’ve a-heärd. 1. Ees, my meäre is a-gone, an’ the cart’s in […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Zelling woone’s Honey. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Zelling woone’s Honey Why, his heart’s lik’ a popple, so hard as a stwone, Vor ’tis money, an’ money’s his ho, An’ to handle an’ reckon it up vor his own, Is the best o’ the jaÿs he do know. Why, vor […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Early risén. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Early risén The aïr to gi’e your cheäks a hue O’ rwosy red, so feaïr to view, Is what do sheäke the grass-bleädes gray At breäk o’ day, in mornèn dew; Vor vo’k that will be rathe abrode, Will meet wi’ health […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Meäd in June. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Meäd in June Ah! how the looks o’ sky an’ ground Do change wi’ months a-stealèn round, When northern winds, by starry night, Do stop in ice the river’s flight; Or brooks in winter raïns do zwell, Lik’ rollèn seas athirt […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Wheat. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Wheat In brown-leav’d Fall the wheat a-left ’Ithin its darksome bed, Where all the creakèn roller’s heft Seal’d down its lowly head, Sprung sheäkèn drough the crumblèn mwold, Green-yollow, vrom below, An’ bent its bleädes, a-glitt’rfen cwold, At last in winter snow. […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Pentridge by the River. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Pentridge by the River Pentridge!—oh! my heart’s a-zwellèn Vull o’ jaÿ wi’ vo’k a-tellèn Any news o’ thik wold pleäce, An’ the boughy hedges round it, An’ the river that do bound it Wi’ his dark but glis’nèn feäce. Vor there’s noo […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. John an’ Thomas. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. John an’ Thomas Eclogue. John an’ Thomas. THOMAS. How b’ye, then, John, to-night; an’ how Be times a-waggèn on w’ ye now? I can’t help slackenèn my peäce When I do come along your pleäce, To zee what crops […]

English Poetry. William Broome. Melancholy. Уильям Брум.

William Broome (Уильям Брум) Melancholy An Ode Adieu vain Mirth, and noisy Joys! Ye gay Desires, deluding Toys! Thou thoughtful Melancholy deign To hide me in thy pensive Train! If by the Fall of murmuring Floods, Where awful Shades embrown the Woods, Or if where Winds […]