English Poetry. Alexander Brome. To his Mistress (WHy dost thou frown my dear, on me?). Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) To his Mistress (WHy dost thou frown my dear, on me?) 1. WHy dost thou frown my dear, on me? Come change that angry face. What though I kist that Prodigie, And did her ugly limbs embrace? ‘Twas only ’cause thou wert in […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Not goo Hwome To-night. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Not goo Hwome To-night No, no, why you’ve noo wife at hwome Abidèn up till you do come, Zoo leäve your hat upon the pin, Vor I’m your waïter. Here’s your inn, Wi’ chair to rest, an’ bed to roost; You have […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Lwonesomeness. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Lwonesomeness As I do zew, wi’ nimble hand, In here avore the window’s light, How still do all the housegear stand Around my lwonesome zight. How still do all the housegear stand Since Willie now ’ve a-left the land. The rwose-tree’s […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Slidèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Slidèn When wind wer keen, Where ivy-green Did clwosely wind Roun’ woak-tree rind, An’ ice shone bright, An’ meäds wer white, wi’ thin-spread snow Then on the pond, a-spreadèn wide, We bwoys did zweep along the slide, A-strikèn on in merry row. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Beän-vield. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Beän-vield ’Twer where the zun did warm the lewth, An’ win’ did whiver in the sheäde, The sweet-aïr’d beans were out in blooth, Down there ’ithin the elem gleäde; A yollow-banded bee did come, An’ softly-pitch, wi’ hushèn hum, Upon a […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. True Love. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. True Love As evenèn aïr, in green-treed Spring, Do sheäke the new-sprung pa’sley bed, An’ wither’d ash-tree keys do swing An’ vall a-flutt’rèn roun’ our head: There, while the birds do zing their zong In bushes down the ash-tree drong, Come Jessie […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Jessie Lee. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Jessie Lee Above the timber’s bendèn sh’ouds, The western wind did softly blow; An’ up avore the knap, the clouds Did ride as white as driven snow. Vrom west to east the clouds did zwim Wi’ wind that plied the elem’s lim’; […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. To his Mistress (LAdy you’l wonder when you see). Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) To his Mistress (LAdy you’l wonder when you see) 1. LAdy you’l wonder when you see With those bright twins of eyes, These ragged lines that •r•wle from me, And note the contrariety That both in them and in their Author lies: […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Peace. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) Peace When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Counsel. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Counsel 1. WHy’s my friend so melancholy? Prithe why so sad, why so sad? Beauty’s vain, and Love’s a folly, Page 7Wealth and women make men mad. To him that has a heart that’s jolly Nothing’s grievous, Nothing’s sad. Come, cheer up […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Indifferent. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Indifferent 1. MIstake me not, I am not of that mind To hate all woman kind; Nor can you so my patience vex; To make my Muse blaspheme your sex, Nor with my Satyrs bite you; Though there are some in your […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Spelling Bee at Angels. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Spelling Bee at Angels (REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES) Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee, And drop them books and first pot-hooks, and hear a yarn from me. I kin not sling a fairy tale […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Thought-Reader of Angels. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Thought-Reader of Angels REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES We hev tumbled ez dust Or ez worms of the yearth; Wot we looked for hez bust! We are objects of mirth! They have played us–old Pards of the river!–they hev played us […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. A Question of Privilege. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) A Question of Privilege REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES It was Andrew Jackson Sutter who, despising Mr. Cutter for remarks he heard him utter in debate upon the floor, Swung him up into the skylight, in the peaceful, pensive twilight, and then […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Stage-Driver’s Story. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Stage-Driver’s Story It was the stage-driver’s story, as he stood with his back to the wheelers, Quietly flecking his whip, and turning his quid of tobacco; While on the dusty road, and blent with the rays of the moonlight, We saw […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. ”Seventy-Nine”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) ”Seventy-Nine” (MR. INTERVIEWER INTERVIEWED) Know me next time when you see me, won’t you, old smarty? Oh, I mean YOU, old figger-head,–just the same party! Take out your pensivil, d–n you; sharpen it, do! Any complaints to make? Lots of ’em–one […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Ghost That Jim Saw. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Ghost That Jim Saw Why, as to that, said the engineer, Ghosts ain’t things we are apt to fear; Spirits don’t fool with levers much, And throttle-valves don’t take to such; And as for Jim, What happened to him Was […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Further Language from Truthful James. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Further Language from Truthful James (NYE’S FORD, STANISLAUS, 1870) Do I sleep? do I dream? Do I wonder and doubt? Are things what they seem? Or is visions about? Is our civilization a failure? Or is the Caucasian played out? […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. ”The Return of Belisarius”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) ”The Return of Belisarius” (MUD FLAT, 1860) So you’re back from your travels, old fellow, And you left but a twelvemonth ago; You’ve hobnobbed with Louis Napoleon, Eugenie, and kissed the Pope’s toe. By Jove, it is perfectly stunning, Astounding,–and all […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. The Habit of Perfection. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) The Habit of Perfection Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear. Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb: It is the shut, the curfew sent […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. His Answer to ”Her Letter”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) His Answer to ”Her Letter” (REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES) Being asked by an intimate party,– Which the same I would term as a friend,– Though his health it were vain to call hearty, Since the mind to deceit it might lend; […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Hawk’s Nest. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Hawk’s Nest (SIERRAS) We checked our pace, the red road sharply rounding; We heard the troubled flow Of the dark olive depths of pines resounding A thousand feet below. Above the tumult of the canyon lifted, The gray hawk […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Thompson of Angels. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Thompson of Angels It is the story of Thompson–of Thompson, the hero of Angels. Frequently drunk was Thompson, but always polite to the stranger; Light and free was the touch of Thompson upon his revolver; Great the mortality incident on that […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. An Idyl of the Road. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) An Idyl of the Road (SIERRAS, 1876) Dramatis Personae First Tourist Second Tourist Yuba Bill, Driver A Stranger FIRST TOURIST Look how the upland plunges into cover, Green where the pines fade sullenly away. Wonderful those olive […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Truthful James to the Editor. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Truthful James to the Editor (YREKA, 1873) Which it is not my style To produce needless pain By statements that rile Or that go ’gin the grain, But here’s Captain Jack still a-livin’, and Nye has no skelp on his brain! […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Latest Chinese Outrage. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Latest Chinese Outrage It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game, And was passin’ remarks goin’ back to our claim; Jones was countin’ his chips, Smith relievin’ his mind Of ideas that a ”straight” should beat ”three […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. ”The Babes in the Woods”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) ”The Babes in the Woods” (BIG PINE FLAT, 1871) ”Something characteristic,” eh? Humph! I reckon you mean by that Something that happened in our way, Here at the crossin’ of Big Pine Flat. Times aren’t now as they used to be, […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Luke. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Luke (IN THE COLORADO PARK, 1873) Wot’s that you’re readin’?–a novel? A novel!–well, darn my skin! You a man grown and bearded and histin’ such stuff ez that in– Stuff about gals and their sweethearts! No wonder you’re thin ez a […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Grief an’ Gladness. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Grief an’ Gladness “Can all be still, when win’s do blow? Look down the grove an’ zee The boughs a-swingèn on the tree, An’ beäten weäves below. Zee how the tweilèn vo’k do bend Upon their windward track, Wi’ ev’ry string, an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. I’m out o’ Door. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. I’m out o’ Door I’m out, when, in the Winter’s blast, The zun, a-runnèn lowly round, Do mark the sheädes the hedge do cast At noon, in hoarvrost, on the ground. I’m out when snow’s a-lyèn white In keen-aïr’d vields that I […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) * * * I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day, What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light’s delay. With witness […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Impromptu. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Экспромт
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Impromptu Beneath Blessington’s eyes The reclaimed Paradise Should be free as the former from evil; But if the new Eve For an Apple should grieve, What mortal would not play the Devil. April 1823 Перевод на русский язык Экспромт Под взглядом леди […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Zummer Thoughts in Winter Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Zummer Thoughts in Winter Time Well, aye, last evenèn, as I shook My locks ov haÿ by Leecombe brook, The yollow zun did weakly glance Upon the winter meäd askance, A-castèn out my narrow sheäde Athirt the brook, an’ on the meäd. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Things do Come Round. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Things do Come Round Above the leafless hazzle-wride The wind-drove raïn did quickly vall, An’ on the meäple’s ribby zide Did hang the raïn-drops quiv’rèn ball; Out where the brook o’ foamy yollow Roll’d along the meäd’s deep hollow, An’ noo birds […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Fancy Feäir at Maïden Newton. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Fancy Feäir at Maïden Newton The Frome, wi’ ever-water’d brink, Do run where shelvèn hills do zink Wi’ housen all a-cluster’d roun’ The parish tow’rs below the down. An’ now, vor woonce, at leäst, ov all The pleäcen where the stream […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome The stream-be-wander’d dell did spread Vrom height to woody height, An’ meäds did lie, a grassy bed, Vor elem-sheädèn light. The milkmaïd by her white-horn’d cow, Wi’ païl so white as snow, Did zing below the elem bough A-swaÿèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Child’s Greäve. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Child’s Greäve Avore the time when zuns went down On zummer’s green a-turn’d to brown, When sheädes o’ swaÿèn wheat-eärs vell Upon the scarlet pimpernel; The while you still mid goo, an’ vind ’Ithin the geärden’s mossy wall, Sweet blossoms, low […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Widow’s House. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Widow’s House I went hwome in the dead o’ the night, When the yields wer all empty o’ vo’k, An’ the tuns at their cool-winded height Wer all dark, an’ all cwold ’ithout smoke; An’ the heads o’ the trees that […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. I know Who. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. I know Who Aye, aye, vull rathe the zun mus’ rise To meäke us tired o’ zunny skies, A-sheenèn on the whole day drough, From mornèn’s dawn till evenèn’s dew. When trees be brown an’ meäds be green, An’ skies be blue, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Winter’s Willow. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Winter’s Willow There Liddy zot bezide her cow, Upon her lowly seat, O; A hood did overhang her brow, Her païl wer at her veet, O; An’ she wer kind, an’ she wer feäir, An’ she wer young, an’ free o’ […]