English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Zummer Hedge. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Zummer Hedge As light do gleäre in ev’ry ground, Wi’ boughy hedges out a-round A-climmèn up the slopèn brows O’ hills, in rows o’ sheädy boughs: The while the hawthorn buds do blow As thick as stars, an’ white as snow; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Spring. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Spring Now the zunny aïr’s a-blowèn Softly over flowers a-growèn; An’ the sparklèn light do quiver On the ivy-bough an’ river; Bleätèn lambs, wi’ woolly feäces, Now do plaÿ, a-runnèn reäces; An’ the springèn Lark’s a-zingèn, Lik’ a dot avore the cloud, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Zun-zet. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Zun-zet Where the western zun, unclouded, Up above the grey hill-tops, Did sheen drough ashes, lofty sh’ouded. On the turf bezide the copse, In zummer weather, We together, Sorrow-slightèn, work-vorgettèn. Gambol’d wi’ the zun a-zetten. There, by flow’ry bows o’ bramble, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Embarcation. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Embarcation Southampton Docks: October 1899 Here, where Vespasian’s legions struck the sands, And Cendric with the Saxons entered in, And Henry’s army lept afloat to win Convincing triumphs over neighboring lands, Vaster battalions press for further strands, To argue in the […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. A Serenade at the Villa. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) A Serenade at the Villa I That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained and tight Tent of heaven, a planet small: Life was dead and so was light. II […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. The Real and True and Sure. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) The Real and True and Sure Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit, Mere imitation of the inimitable: In heaven we have the real and true and sure. ’Tis there they neither marry nor are given In marriage but are as the angels: right, […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Protus. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Protus Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast,— One loves a baby face, with violets there, Violets instead of laurel in the hair, As those were […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Meeting at Night. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Meeting at Night I The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Home-Thoughts, from the Sea. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Home-Thoughts, from the Sea Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ‘mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest North-East distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; “Here […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. A Grammarian’s Funeral. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) A Grammarian’s Funeral Shortly after the Revival of Learning in Europe Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. Confessions. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) Confessions What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears?” Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I view again Where the physic bottles stand […]
English Poetry. Robert Browning. The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church. Роберт Браунинг.
Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг) The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church Rome, 15— Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews—sons mine… ah God, I know not! Well— She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Braddan Vicarage. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Braddan Vicarage I WONDER if in that fair isle, Some child is growing now, like me When I was child: care-pricked, yet healed the while With balm of rock and sea. I wonder if the purple ring […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Specula. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Specula When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth— It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny plot. Nor think, if haply He thou seek’st be late, He does thee wrong. To […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Tolerance. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Tolerance ‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I, ‘To bear with such, and pass it by; Yet so I do, I know not why!’ And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise I might have saved […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Disguises. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Disguises High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries haste. Then He that is most dear in my regard Of all the crew gives aidance […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Ibant Obscuræ. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Ibant Obscuræ To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to me Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn, Of the sun’s wreck and clashing surges born. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Edward Brown. Pain. Томас Эдвард Браун.
Thomas Edward Brown (Томас Эдвард Браун) Pain The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; ’Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the larger state, Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot! Moreover, while we wait the […]
Cлавянские языки и дохлые свидомиты
Cлавянские языки и дохлые свидомиты Cлавянские языки и дохлые свидомиты. Видео с взятого ребятами ЛНР 29-го блокпоста, много трупов свидомитов Смотреть по ссылке, но 18+ Это с телеграм-канала Кассада Но, замечание не о укропадали, а о славянских языках. Музон, фон музыкальный, это укрокомпозиция “Доброго вечора”. Под неё пропагандисты Салорейха склеели клип с вундервафлями […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Childern’s Childern. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Childern’s Childern Oh! if my ling’rèn life should run, Drough years a-reckoned ten by ten, Below the never-tirèn zun, Till beäbes ageän be wives an’ men; An’ stillest deafness should ha’ bound My ears, at last, vrom ev’ry sound; Though still my […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Hollow Woak. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Hollow Woak The woaken tree, so hollow now, To souls ov other times wer sound, An’ reach’d on ev’ry zide a bough Above their heads, a-gather’d round, But zome light veet That here did meet In friendship sweet, vor rest or […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Ridèn Hwome at Night. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Ridèn Hwome at Night Oh! no, I quite injaÿ’d the ride Behind wold Dobbin’s heavy heels, Wi’ Jeäne a-prattlèn at my zide, Above our peäir o’ spinnèn wheels, As grey-rin’d ashes’ swaÿèn tops Did creak in moonlight in the copse, Above the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. When Birds be Still. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. When Birds be Still Vor all the zun do leäve the sky, An’ all the sounds o’ day do die, An’ noo mwore veet do walk the dim Vield-path to clim’ the stiel’s bars, Yeet out below the rizèn stars, The dark’nèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Milkèn Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Milkèn Time ’Twer when the busy birds did vlee, Wi’ sheenèn wings, vrom tree to tree, To build upon the mossy lim’, Their hollow nestes’ rounded rim; The while the zun, a-zinkèn low, Did roll along his evenèn bow, I come along […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. John Bleäke at Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. John Bleäke at Hwome JOHN BLEÄKE AT HWOME AT NIGHT No: where the woak do overspread, The grass begloom’d below his head, An’ water, under bowèn zedge, A-springèn vrom the river’s edge, Do ripple, as the win’ do blow, An’ sparkle, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Bleäke’s House. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Bleäke’s House John Bleäke he had a bit o’ ground Come to en by his mother’s zide; An’ after that, two hunderd pound His uncle left en when he died; “Well now,” cried John, “my mind’s a-bent To build a house, an’ […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Valenciennes. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Valenciennes WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, And from our mortars tons of iron hummed Ath’art the ditch, the month we bombed The Town o’ Valencieën. ‘Twas in the June o’ Ninety-dree (The Duke o’ Yark our then Commander beën) The German […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Wold Wall. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Wold Wall Here, Jeäne, we vu’st did meet below The leafy boughs, a-swingèn slow, Avore the zun, wi’ evenèn glow, Above our road, a-beamèn red; The grass in zwath wer in the meäds, The water gleam’d among the reeds In aïr […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. A Northern Legend. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) A Northern Legend From the German of Uhland There sits a lovely maiden, The ocean murmuring nigh; She throws the hook, and watches; The fishes pass it by. A ring, with a red jewel, Is sparkling on her hand; Upon […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Upon the Mountain’s Distant Head. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) * * * Upon the mountain’s distant head, With trackless snows for ever white, Where all is still, and cold, and dead, Late shines the day’s departing light. But far below those icy rocks, The vales, in summer bloom arrayed, Woods […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Two Graves. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Two Graves ‘Tis a bleak wild hill,—but green and bright In the summer warmth and the mid-day light; There’s the hum of the bee and the chirp of the wren, And the dash of the brook from the alder glen; There’s […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Disinterred Warrior. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Disinterred Warrior Gather him to his grave again, And solemnly and softly lay, Beneath the verdure of the plain, The warrior’s scattered bones away. Pay the deep reverence, taught of old, The homage of man’s heart to death; Nor dare to […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Damsel of Peru. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Damsel of Peru Where olive leaves were twinkling in every wind that blew, There sat beneath the pleasant shade a damsel of Peru. Betwixt the slender boughs, as they opened to the air, Came glimpses of her ivory neck and of […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Romero. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Romero When freedom, from the land of Spain, By Spain’s degenerate sons was driven, Who gave their willing limbs again To wear the chain so lately riven; Romero broke the sword he wore— “Go, faithful brand,” the warrior said, “Go, undishonoured, never […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Lines on Revisiting the Country. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Lines on Revisiting the Country I stand upon my native hills again, Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky With garniture of waving grass and grain, Orchards, and beechen forests, basking lie, While deep the sunless glens are scooped between, […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. To a Musquito. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) To a Musquito Fair insect! that, with threadlike legs spread out, And blood-extracting bill and filmy wing, Does murmur, as thou slowly sail’st about, In pitiless ears full many a plaintive thing, And tell how little our large veins should bleed, Would […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. I Cannot Forget with What Fervid Devotion. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) * * * I cannot forget with what fervid devotion I worshipped the vision of verse and of fame. Each gaze at the glories of earth, sky, and ocean, To my kindled emotions, was wind over flame. And deep were my […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. To a Lady. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) To a Lady Offended by a Book of the Writer’s NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, Never to press thy cosy cushions more, Or wake thy ready Yeas as heretofore, Or stir thy gentle vows of faith in me: Knowing […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. Hymn of the Waldenses. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) Hymn of the Waldenses Hear, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock; While those, who seek to slay thy children, hold Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold; And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. An Indian Story. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) An Indian Story “I know where the timid fawn abides In the depths of the shaded dell, Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides, With its many stems and its tangled sides, From the eye of the hunter well. […]