English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Leaves a-vallèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Leaves a-vallèn There the ash-tree leaves do vall In the wind a-blowèn cwolder, An’ my childern, tall or small, Since last Fall be woone year wolder. Woone year wolder, woone year dearer, Till when they do leave my he’th, I shall be […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Nanny’s new Abode. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Nanny’s new Abode Now day by day, at lofty height, O zummer noons, the burnèn zun ’Ve a-show’d avore our eastward zight, The sky-blue zide ov Hameldon, An’ shone ageän, on new-mow’d ground, Wi’ haÿ a-piled up grey in pook, An’ down […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Wheel Routs. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Wheel Routs ’Tis true I brought noo fortune hwome Wi’ Jenny, vor her honey-moon, But still a goodish hansel come Behind her perty soon, Vor stick, an’ dish, an’ spoon, all vell To Jeäne, vrom Aunt o’ Camwy dell. Zoo […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Seats. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Seats When starbright maïdens be to zit In silken frocks, that they do wear, The room mid have, as ’tis but fit, A han’some seat vor vo’k so feäir; But we, in zun-dried vield an’ wood, Ha’ seats as good’s a goolden […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Raïlroad (An’ while I went ’ithin a traïn). Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Raïlroad (An’ while I went ’ithin a traïn) An’ while I went ’ithin a traïn, A-ridèn on athirt the plaïn, A-cleärèn swifter than a hound, On twin-laid rails, the zwimmèn ground; I cast my eyes ’ithin a park, Upon a woak […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. Sometimes When My Lady Sits by Me. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) * * * Sometimes when my lady sits by me My rapture’s so great, that I tear My mind from the thought that she’s nigh me, And strive to forget that she’s there. And sometimes when she is away Her absence so […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. I Found To-day out Walking. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) * * * I found to-day out walking The flower my love loves best. What, when I stooped to pluck it, Could dare my hand arrest? Was it a snake lay curling About the root’s thick crown? Or did some hidden […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. Poor Withered Rose and Dry. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) * * * Poor withered rose and dry, Skeleton of a rose, Risen to testify To love’s sad close: Treasured for love’s sweet sake, That of joy past Thou might’st again awake Memory at last. Yet is thy perfume sweet; […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. The Sacrifice. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) The Sacrifice Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To me, who took eyes that I might you find: Was ever grief like mine? The Princes of my people make […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. Elegy (Clear and gentle stream!). Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) Elegy (Clear and gentle stream!) Clear and gentle stream! Known and loved so long That hast heard the song, And the idle dream Of my boyish day; While I once again Down thy margin stray, In the selfsame strain Still my voice […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. The Palm Willow. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) The Palm Willow See, whirling snow sprinkles the starvèd fields, The birds have stayed to sing; No covert yet their fairy harbour yields. When cometh Spring? Ah! in their tiny throats what songs unborn Are quenched each morn. The lenten lilies, […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. A Robin. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) A Robin Flame-throated robin on the topmost bough Of the leafless oak, what singest thou? Hark! he telleth how— ’Spring is coming now; Spring is coming now. Now ruddy are the elm-tops against the blue sky, The pale larch donneth her […]
English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. January. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.
Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес) January Cold is the winter day, misty and dark: The sunless sky with faded gleams is rent; And patches of thin snow outlying, mark The landscape with a drear disfigurement. The trees their mournful branches lift aloft: The oak with knotty […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Concepcion De Arguello. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Concepcion De Arguello (PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCISCO, 1800) I Looking seaward, o’er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and quaint, By the San Francisco friars lifted to their patron saint,— Sponsor to that wondrous city, now apostate to the […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Cadet Grey. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Cadet Grey CANTO I I Act first, scene first. A study. Of a kind Half cell, half salon, opulent yet grave; Rare books, low-shelved, yet far above the mind Of common man to compass or to crave; Some slight relief […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Off Scarborough. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Off Scarborough (SEPTEMBER, 1779) I “Have a care!” the bailiffs cried From their cockleshell that lay Off the frigate’s yellow side, Tossing on Scarborough Bay, While the forty sail it convoyed on a bowline stretched away. “Take your chicks beneath […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Don Diego of the South. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Don Diego of the South (REFECTORY, MISSION SAN GABRIEL, 1869) Good!–said the Padre,–believe me still, ”Don Giovanni,” or what you will, The type’s eternal! We knew him here As Don Diego del Sud. I fear The story’s no new one! Will […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. ”For the King”. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) ”For the King” (NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640) As you look from the plaza at Leon west You can see her house, but the view is best From the porch of the church where she lies at rest; Where much of her […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Angelus. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Angelus (HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES, 1868) Bells of the Past, whose long-forgotten music Still fills the wide expanse, Tingeing the sober twilight of the Present With color of romance! I hear your call, and see the sun descending […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. A Dialogue. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) A Dialogue Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control Any thought of waving. But when all my care and pains Cannot give the name of gains To Thy wretch so full of stains, What […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Wonderful Spring of San Joaquin. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Wonderful Spring of San Joaquin Of all the fountains that poets sing,– Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring, Ponce de Leon’s Fount of Youth, Wells with bottoms of doubtful truth,– In short, of all the springs of Time That ever were […]
English Poetry. William Browne. Night. Уильям Броун.
William Browne (Уильям Броун) Night Now great Hyperion left his golden throne That on the dancing waves in glory shone, For whose declining on the western shore The oriental hills black mantles wore, And thence apace the gentle twilight fled, That had from hideous caverns ushered All-drowsy Night, […]
English Poetry. William Browne. A Concert of Birds. Уильям Броун.
William Browne (Уильям Броун) A Concert of Birds The mounting lark (day’s herald) got on wing, Bidding each bird choose out his bough and sing. The lofty treble sung the little wren; Robin the mean, that best of all loves men; The nightingale the tenor, and the thrush […]
English Poetry. William Browne. May Day Customs. Уильям Броун.
William Browne (Уильям Броун) May Day Customs I have seen the Lady of the May Set in an arbour, on a holiday, Built by the May-pole, where the jocund swains Dance with the maidens to the bagpipe’s strains, When envious night commands them to be gone Call for […]
English Poetry. William Browne. To England. Уильям Броун.
William Browne (Уильям Броун) To England Hail, thou my native soil! thou blessed plot Whose equal all the world affordeth not! Show me who can so many crystal rills, Such sweet-clothed valleys or aspiring hills; Such wood-ground, pastures, quarries, wealthy mines; Such rocks in whom the diamond fairly […]
English Poetry. George Wither. From a Satire written to King James I. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) From a Satire written to King James I Did I not know a great man’s power and might In spite of innocence can smother right, Colour his villainies to get esteem, And make the honest man the villain seem? I know it, and the […]
English Poetry. George Wither. On the Death of Prince Henry. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) On the Death of Prince Henry Sonnet Methought his royal person did foretell A kingly stateliness, from all pride clear; His look majestic seemèd to compel All men to love him, rather than to fear. And yet though he were every good man’s […]
English Poetry. George Wither. Song (Lordly gallants!). Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) Song (Lordly gallants!) Lordly gallants! tell me this (Though my safe content you weigh not), In your greatness, what one bliss Have you gained, that I enjoy not? You have honours, you have wealth; I have peace, and I have health: All the day […]
English Poetry. George Wither. Prelude (From ”The Shepherd’s Hunting”). Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) Prelude (From ”The Shepherd’s Hunting”) Seest thou not, in clearest days, Oft thick fogs cloud Heaven’s rays? And that vapours which do breathe From the Earth’s gross womb beneath, Seem unto us with black steams To pollute the Sun’s bright beams, And yet vanish […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Sweet Contention between Love, his Mistress, and Beauty. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Sweet Contention between Love, his Mistress, and Beauty Love and my mistress were at strife Who had the greatest power on me: Betwixt them both, oh, what a life! Nay, what a death is this to be! She said, she did it […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Bitter-Sweet. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Bitter-Sweet Ah, my dear angry Lord, Since thou dost love, yet strike; Cast down, yet help afford; Sure I will do the like. I will complain, yet praise; I will bewail, approve; And all my sour-sweet days I will lament and love. […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Quarrel with Love. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Quarrel with Love Oh that I could write a story Of love’s dealing with affection! How he makes the spirit sorry That is touch’d with his infection. But he doth so closely wind him, In the plaits of will ill-pleased, That the […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Report Song in a Dream, between a shepherd and his nymph. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Report Song in a Dream, between a shepherd and his nymph Shall we go dance the hay? The hay? Never pipe could ever play Better shepherd’s roundelay. Shall we go sing the song? The song? Never Love did ever wrong. Fair maids, […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. Corydon’s Supplication to Phyllis. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) Corydon’s Supplication to Phyllis Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain May sue to thee for grace, See not thy loving shepherd slain With looking on thy face; But think what power thou hast got Upon my flock and me; Thou seest they now regard […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. Aglaia. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) Aglaia A Pastoral Sylvan Muses, can ye sing Of the beauty of the Spring? Have ye seen on earth that sun That a heavenly course hath run? Have ye lived to see those eyes Where the pride of beauty lies? Have ye heard […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Pastoral of Phyllis and Corydon. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Pastoral of Phyllis and Corydon On a hill there grows a flower, Fair befall the dainty sweet! By that flower there is a bower, Where the heavenly Muses meet. In that bower there is a chair, Fringèd all about with gold, Where […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. Astrophel’s Song of Phyllida and Corydon. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) Astrophel’s Song of Phyllida and Corydon Fair in a morn (O fairest morn!), Was never morn so fair, There shone a sun, though not the sun That shineth in the air. For the earth, and from the earth, (Was never such a creature!) Did […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. A Sweet Pastoral. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) A Sweet Pastoral Good Muse, rock me asleep With some sweet harmony: The weary eye is not to keep Thy wary company. Sweet Love, begone awhile, Thou knowest my heaviness: Beauty is born but to beguile My heart of happiness. See how […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. Who Can Live in Heart So Glad. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) * * * WHO can live in heart so glad As the merry country lad? Who upon a fair green balk May at pleasure sit and walk, And amid the azure skies See the morning sun arise, While he hears in every spring How […]
English Poetry. Nicholas Breton. An Odd Conceit. Николас Бретон.
Nicholas Breton (Николас Бретон) An Odd Conceit LOVELY kind, and kindly loving, Such a mind were worth the moving; Truly fair, and fairly true– Where are all these, but in you? Wisely kind, and kindly wise; Blessed life, where such love lies! Wise, and kind, and fair, […]