English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Madrono. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Madrono Captain of the Western wood, Thou that apest Robin Hood! Green above thy scarlet hose, How thy velvet mantle shows! Never tree like thee arrayed, O thou gallant of the glade! When the fervid August sun Scorches all it looks […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Coyote. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Coyote Blown out of the prairie in twilight and dew, Half bold and half timid, yet lazy all through; Loath ever to leave, and yet fearful to stay, He limps in the clearing, an outcast in gray. A shade on the […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. To a Sea-Bird. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) To a Sea-Bird (SANTA CRUZ, 1869) Sauntering hither on listless wings, Careless vagabond of the sea, Little thou heedest the surf that sings, The bar that thunders, the shale that rings,— Give me to keep thy company. Little thou hast, […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. A Second Review of the Grand Army. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) A Second Review of the Grand Army I read last night of the grand review In Washington’s chiefest avenue,— Two hundred thousand men in blue, I think they said was the number,— Till I seemed to hear their trampling feet, The bugle […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. The Reveille. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) The Reveille Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, And of armed men the hum; Lo! a nation’s hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum,— Saying, “Come, Freemen, come! Ere your heritage be wasted,” said the quick alarming drum. “Let […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. Battle Bunny. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) Battle Bunny (MALVERN HILL, 1864) “After the men were ordered to lie down, a white rabbit, which had been hopping hither and thither over the field swept by grape and musketry, took refuge among the skirmishers, in the breast of […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 2. We Are the Choice of the Will. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 2. We Are the Choice of the Will To R. F. B. We are the Choice of the Will: God, when He gave the word That called us into line, set in our hand a sword; Set […]
English Poetry. Francis Bret Harte. John Burns of Gettysburg. Фрэнсис Брет Гарт.
Francis Bret Harte (Фрэнсис Брет Гарт) John Burns of Gettysburg Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?—No? Ah, well: Brief is the glory that hero earns, Briefer the story of poor John Burns. He was the fellow who won renown,— The only man […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. The Soul’s Expression. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) The Soul’s Expression WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream and thought and feeling interwound And inly answering all the senses round With octaves of a mystic depth […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Racketèn Joe. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Racketèn Joe Eclogue. RACKETÈN JOE. Racketèn Joe; his Sister; his Cousin Fanny; and the Dog. RACKETÈN JOE. Heigh! heigh! here. Who’s about? HIS SISTER. Oh! lauk! Here’s Joe, a rantèn lout, A-meäkèn his wild randy-rout. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Times o’ Year. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Times o’ Year Here did swaÿ the eltrot flow’rs, When the hours o’ night wer vew, An’ the zun, wi’ early beams Brighten’d streams, an’ dried the dew, An’ the goocoo there did greet Passers by wi’ dousty veet. There the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. What John wer a-tellèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. What John wer a-tellèn WHAT JOHN WER A-TELLÈN HIS MIS’ESS OUT IN THE CORN GROUND. Ah! mam! you woonce come here the while The zun, long years agoo, did shed His het upon the wheat in hile, Wi’ yollow hau’m an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Oben Vields. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Oben Vields Well, you mid keep the town an’ street, Wi’ grassless stwones to beät your veet, An’ zunless windows where your brows Be never cooled by swaÿèn boughs; An’ let me end, as I begun, My days in oben aïr an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Hawthorn Down. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Hawthorn Down All up the down’s cool brow I work’d in noontide’s gleäre, On where the slow-wheel’d plow ’D a-wore the grass half bare. An’ gil’cups quiver’d quick, As aïr did pass, An’ deäisies huddled thick Among the grass. The while […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Love Child. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Love Child Where the bridge out at Woodley did stride, Wi’ his wide arches’ cool sheäded bow, Up above the clear brook that did slide By the popples, befoam’d white as snow: As the gilcups did quiver among The white deäisies, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Child an’ the Mowers. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Child an’ the Mowers O, aye! they had woone child bezide, An’ a finer your eyes never met, ’Twer a dear little fellow that died In the zummer that come wi’ such het; By the mowers, too thoughtless in fun, He […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Lindenore. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Lindenore At Lindenore upon the steep, Bezide the trees a-reachèn high, The while their lower limbs do zweep The river-stream a-flowèn by; By grægle bells in beds o’ blue, Below the tree-stems in the lew, Calm aïr do vind the rwose-bound door, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 27. Is My Team Ploughing. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 27. Цела ль моя упряжка
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 27. Is My Team Ploughing “Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?” Ay, the horses trample, The harness jingles now; No change though you […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Come an’ zee us. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Come an’ zee us Eclogue. COME AND ZEE US IN THE ZUMMER. John; William; William’s Bwoy; and William’s Maïd at Feäir. JOHN. Zoo here be your childern, a-sheärèn Your feäir-day, an’ each wi’ a feäirèn. WILLIAM. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Zunday. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Zunday In zummer, when the sheädes do creep Below the Zunday steeple, round The mossy stwones, that love cut deep Wi’ neämes that tongues noo mwore do sound, The leäne do lose the stalkèn team, An’ dry-rimm’d waggon-wheels be still, An’ hills […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Lydlinch Bells. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Lydlinch Bells When skies wer peäle wi’ twinklèn stars, An’ whislèn aïr a-risèn keen; An’ birds did leäve the icy bars To vind, in woods, their mossy screen; When vrozen grass, so white’s a sheet, Did scrunchy sharp below our […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The May-tree. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The May-tree I’ve a-come by the Maÿ-tree all times o’ the year, When leaves wer a-springèn, When vrost wer a-stingèn, When cool-winded mornèn did show the hills clear, When night wer bedimmèn the vields vur an’ near. When, in zummer, his […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Thissledown. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Thissledown The thissledown by wind’s a-roll’d In Fall along the zunny plaïn, Did catch the grass, but lose its hold, Or cling to bennets, but in vaïn. But when it zwept along the grass, An’ zunk below the hollow’s edge, It […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Slantèn light o’ Fall. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Slantèn light o’ Fall Ah! Jeäne, my maïd, I stood to you, When you wer christen’d, small an’ light, Wi’ tiny eärms o’ red an’ blue, A-hangèn in your robe o’ white. We brought ye to the hallow’d stwone, Vor Christ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Blackbird. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Blackbird ’Twer out at Penley I’d a-past A zummer day that went too vast, An’ when the zettèn zun did spread On western clouds a vi’ry red; The elems’ leafy limbs wer still Above the gravel-bedded rill, An’ under en did […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Sixth Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Sixth Book THE English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light. The levity Is in the judgment only, which yet stands; For say a foolish thing but oft enough, (And here’s the secret of a hundred creeds,– Men get […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Second Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Second Book TIMES followed one another. Came a morn I stood upon the brink of twenty years, And looked before and after, as I stood Woman and artist,–either incomplete, Both credulous of completion. There I held The whole creation in my little […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Eight Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Eight Book ONE eve it happened when I sate alone, Alone upon the terrace of my tower, A book upon my knees, to counterfeit The reading that I never read at all, While Marian, in the garden down below, Knelt by the […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 55. Westward on the High-Hilled Plains. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 55. Westward on the High-Hilled Plains Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless blood of man. Now that other lads than I Strip to […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Fourth Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Fourth Book THEY met still sooner. ‘Twas a year from thence When Lucy Gresham, the sick semptress girl, Who sewed by Marian’s chair so still and quick, And leant her head upon the back to cough More freely when, the mistress turning […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Seventh Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Seventh Book ‘THE woman’s motive? shall we daub ourselves With finding roots for nettles? ’tis soft clay And easily explored. She had the means, The moneys, by the lady’s liberal grace, In trust for that Australian scheme and me, Which so, that […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Third Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Third Book ‘TO-DAY thou girdest up thy loins thyself, And goest where thou wouldest: presently Others shall gird thee,’ said the Lord, ‘to go Where thou would’st not.’ He spoke to Peter thus, To signify the death which he should die When […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Ninth Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Ninth Book EVEN thus. I pause to write it out at length, The letter of the Lady Waldemar.– ‘I prayed your cousin Leigh to take you this, He says he’ll do it. After years of love, Or what is called so,–when […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. Fifth Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. Fifth Book AURORA LEIGH, be humble. Shall I hope To speak my poems in mysterious tune With man and nature,–with the lava-lymph That trickles from successive galaxies Still drop by drop adown the finger of God, In still new worlds?–with summer-days in […]
English Poetry. Richard Garnett. Written in Miles’ «Poets of the Century». Ричард Гарнетт. Певцам века
Richard Garnett (Ричард Гарнетт) Written in Miles’ «Poets of the Century» I saw the youthful singers of my day To sound of lutes and lyres in morning hours Trampling with eager feet the teeming flowers, Bound for Fame’s temple upon Music’s way: A happy band, a folk […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. The Romance of the Swan’s Nest. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг. Лебединое гнездо
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) The Romance of the Swan’s Nest LITTLE Ellie sits alone ’Mid the beeches of a meadow By a stream-side on the grass, And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow On her shining hair and face. She has thrown […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Aurora Leigh. First Book. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Aurora Leigh. First Book OF writing many books there is no end; And I who have written much in prose and verse For others’ uses, will write now for mine,– Will write my story for my better self, As when you paint your portrait […]
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English Poetry. Dylan Thomas. Deaths and Entrances. Дилан Томас.
Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас) Deaths and Entrances On almost the incendiary eve Of several near deaths, When one at the great least of your best loved And always known must leave Lions and fires of his flying breath, Of your immortal friends Who’d raise the organs of the […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Substitution. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Substitution WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new— What hope ? what help ? what music will undo That silence […]