English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Before and After. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Before and After Before I lost my love, he said to me: ’Sweetheart, I like deep azure tints on you.’ But I, perverse as any girl will be Who has too many lovers, wore not blue. He said, ’I love to see […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Estranged. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Estranged So well I knew your habits and your ways, That like a picture painted on the skies, At the sweet closing of the summer days, You stand before my eyes. I see you on the old verandah there, While slow […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Parting. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Parting Lean down, and kiss me, O my love, my own; The day is near when thy fond heart will miss me; And o’er my low green bed, with bitter moan, Thou wilt lean down, but cannot clasp or kiss me. […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Spectres. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Spectres How terrible these nights are when alone With our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude, And some old sorrow, to the world unknown, Does suddenly with silent steps intrude. After the guests departed, and the light Burned dimly in my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. When My Sweet Lady Sings. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) When My Sweet Lady Sings When she, my lady, smiles, I feel as one who, lost in darksome wilds, Sees suddenly the sun in middle sky Shining upon him like a great glad eye. When my sweet lady smiles. When she, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Man’s Reverie. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Man’s Reverie How cold the old porch seems. A dreary chill Creeps upward from the river at twilight, And yet, I like to linger here at night, And dream the summer tarries with us still. The summer and the summer […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The Ballad of St. Barbara. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) The Ballad of St. Barbara (St Barbara is the patron saint of gunners, and those in danger of sudden death.) When the long grey lines came flooding upon Paris in the plain, We stood and drank of the last free air […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Found. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Found Found–as I rushed through the great world’s mart, In a race for gold and a pleasure quest, A passionate, throbbing human heart Suddenly found in my breast. I had always laughed at the foolish word; I had said aloud in my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. No Place. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) No Place When days grow long, and brain and hands grow weary, And hot the city street, Forth to the haunts, by cooling winds made cheery We fly with willing feet. We leave our cares and labours all behind us, The […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Good Night. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Good Night The day is at its golden height, No shadow falls on sea or land; And yet to thee I say Good night, As we stand here hand clasped in hand, Good night–Good night. The laughing waves are summer blue, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Bridal Eve. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Bridal Eve I stand in the blaze of the candle rays, While my merry maidens three Arrange each tress, and loop my dress, And render me fair to see. But oh! for the eyes that never again Will smile like the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Simple Creeds. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Simple Creeds If this were our creed it were creed enough To keep us thoughtful and make us brave; On this sad journey o’er pathways rough That lead us steadily on to the grave. Speak no evil, and cause no ache, Utter […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Circumstance. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Circumstance Talk not to me of souls that do conceive Sublime ideals, but, deterred by Fate And bound by circumstances, sit desolate, And long for heights they never can achieve. It is not so. That which we most desire, With understanding, we […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Only in Dreams. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Only in Dreams How strange are dreams. Last night I dreamed about you. All that old bitterness of loss and pain, The desolation of my lot without you, The keen regret, all, all came back again. Again I faced that terrible […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. On Rainy Days. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) On Rainy Days On rainy days old dreams arise, From graves where they have lonely lain; With wan white cheeks and mournful eyes, They press against the window pane. One dream is bolder than the rest: She enters at the door and […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Incomplete. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Incomplete The summer is just in its grandest prime, The earth is green and the skies are blue; But where is the lilt of the olden time, When life was a melody set to rhyme, And dreams were so real they all […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Love’s Burial. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Love’s Burial See him quake and see him tremble, See him gasp for breath. Nay, dear, he does not dissemble, This is really Death. He is weak, and worn, and wasted, Bear him to his bier. All there is of life he’s […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. Rotarians. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) Rotarians The Symbol The speaking at the Rotary is Praise devoid of Proof The talking at the Rotary turns mostly on the oof But both require an Emblem; and a Wheel is just the thing When you argue in a circle […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Which. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Which We are both of us sad at heart, But I wonder who can say Which has the harder part, Or the bitterer grief to-day. You grieve for a love that was lost Before it had reached its prime; I sit […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. To his Mistress affrighted in the wars. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) To his Mistress affrighted in the wars 1. COme sigh no more, but kiss again, These troubles shall never trouble me; Your sighs are but wind, and your sorrows vain; They’l never the sooner for us agree. Let Canons keep roaring And bullets […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Dialogue. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Dialogue 1. Amoret. O For the balmy coral of a lip! Where I with kissing Chymistry may sip. Castalian quaffs of Nectar to delight me, And every kiss may to a new invite me. Oenophil. Give me a bowl wherein I’ll […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. Love’s without Reason. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) Love’s without Reason 1. ‘TIs not my Ladies face that makes me loue her, Though beauty there doth rest, Enough t’ inflame the breast Of one, that never did discover The glories of a face before; But I that have seen thousands more […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. An Ode of Anacreon paraphrased. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) An Ode of Anacreon paraphrased Beauties force. I Wonder why Dame Nature thus Her various gifts dispences; She every creature else but us With arms, or armour fences. The Bull with bended horns she arms; With hoofs she guards the Horse; […]
English Poetry. Patrick Brontë. The Cottage Maid. Патрик Бронте.
Patrick Brontë (Патрик Бронте) The Cottage Maid Aloft on the brow of a mountain, And hard by a clear running fountain, In neat little cot, Content with her lot, Retired, there lives a sweet maiden. Her father is dead, and her brother– And now she alone with […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Mad. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Mad Could I but hear you laugh across the street, Though I, or mine, shared nothing in your glee, Could I taste that one drop of bitter sweet, ’Twere more than life to me. If I might see you coming through the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Other. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Other All alone with my heart to-night I sit, and wonder, and sigh. What is she like, is she dark, or light, This other woman who has the right To love him better than I? We never have spoken her […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Courage. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Courage Whether the way be dark or light My soul shall sing as I journey on, As sweetly sing in the deeps of night As it sang in the burst of the golden dawn. Nothing can crush me, or silence me […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Trifles. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Trifles Only a spar from a broken ship Washed in by a careless wave; But it brought back the smile of a vanished lip, And his past peered out of the grave. Only a leaf that an idle breeze Tossed at […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. For a War Memorial. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) For a War Memorial (Suggested inscription probably not suggested by the committee) The hucksters haggle in the mart The cars and carts go by; Senates and schools go droning on; For dead things cannot die. A storm stooped on […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Rondeau. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Rondeau As you forgot I may forget, When summer dews cease to be wet. When whippoorwills disdain the night, When sun and moon are no more bright, And all the stars at midnight set. When jay birds sing, and thrushes fret, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Worn Out. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Worn Out I saw a young heart in the grasp of pain; With bruised breast, and broken, bleeding wing Shipwrecked on hopeless love’s tempestuous main, Lay the poor tortured thing. It pulsed with all the anguish of despair; It ached with […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. He Will Not Come. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) He Will Not Come Take out the blossom in your hair abloom, No more it seemeth beautiful, or bright, And sickening is its subtly sweet perfume– He will not come to-night. Take off the necklace with its sparkling gem, And rings […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. More Fortunate. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) More Fortunate I hold that life more fortunate by far That sits with its sweet memories alone And cherishes a joy for ever flown Beyond the reach of accident to mar. (Some joy that was extinguished like a star) Than that which […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Worth Living. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Worth Living I know not what the future may hold, Or how to others it seems, But I know my skies have held more gold Than I used to find in my dreams. Though the whole world sings of hopes death […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Under-Tone. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Under-Tone In the dull, dim dawn of day I heard The twitter and thrill of a brown-backed bird, As he sat and sang in the leafless tree, A herald of beautiful days to be. But the minor running under the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It Does Not Matter. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) It Does Not Matter It does not matter very much to me Through what strange ways my pathway now may lead; Since I know that it runs away from thee, I give it little heed. It does not matter if in […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. No Comfort. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) No Comfort O mad with mirth are the birds to-day That over my head are winging. There is nothing but glee in the roundelay That I hear them singing, singing. On wings of light, up, out of sight– I watch them airily […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Two (As I sat in my opera box last night). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Two (As I sat in my opera box last night) As I sat in my opera box last night In a glimmer of gems and a blaze of light, And smiling that all might see, This curious thought came all unsought– That there […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. If One Should Dive Deep. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) If One Should Dive Deep Once more on the beach with the shifting clouds o’er me (Like the friends of a day), And the sea all unchanged, like a true friend before me, How the years flow away, How the summers go […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. A Ballad of Theatricals. Гилберт Кит Честертон. Баллада театральная
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) A Ballad of Theatricals Though all the critics’ canons grow- Far seedier than the actors’ own- Although the cottage-door’s too low- Although the fairy’s twenty stone- Although, just like the telephone, She comes by wire and not by wings, Though all the […]