English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Without Disguise. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Without Disguise If I have erred in showing all my heart, And lost your favour by a lack of pride; If standing like a beggar at your side With naked feet, I have forgot the art Of those who […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. War-Music. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) War-Music Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war’s alarms. Hark, a sudden trumpet calling Over the hill! Why are you calling, trumpet, calling? What is your will? […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Undine. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Undine ’T was far away and long ago, When I was but a dreaming boy, This fairy tale of love and woe Entranced my heart with tearful joy; And while with white Undine I wept, Your spirit, — ah, how strange […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Queen Henrietta Maria. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Queen Henrietta Maria IN the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain: The clamorous clang of arms, the ensanguined sky, War’s ruin, and the wreck of chivalry, To her […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Two Schools. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Two Schools I put my heart to school In the world, where men grow wise, ”Go out,” I said, ”and learn the rule; Come back when you win a prize.” My heart came back again: ”Now where is the prize?” […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Twilight in the Alps. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Twilight in the Alps I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle forth. A thousand bells Go chiming after her across the fair And flowery uplands, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. To Julia Marlowe. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) To Julia Marlowe Long had I loved this ”Attic shape,” the brede Of marble maidens round this urn divine: But when your golden voice began to read, The empty urn was filled with Chian wine. Henry Van Dyke’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. To James Whitcomb Riley. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) To James Whitcomb Riley On his ”Book of Joyous Children” Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of day there. Old-time tunes […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Wind of Sorrow. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Wind of Sorrow The fire of love was burning, yet so low That in the dark we scarce could see its rays, And in the light of perfect-placid days Nothing but smouldering embers dull and slow. Vainly, for love’s delight, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Sun-Dial at Wells College. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Sun-Dial at Wells College The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine: One hour […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens This is the soldier brave enough to tell The glory-dazzled world that `war is hell’: Lover of peace, he looks beyond the strife, And rides through hell to save his country’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Proud Lady. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Proud Lady When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With costly merchantry. A lady dwelt in that rich town, The fairest in all the land; She […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Price of Peace. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Price of Peace Peace without Justice is a low estate,– A coward cringing to an iron Fate! But Peace through Justice is the great ideal,– We’ll pay the price of war to make it real. Henry Van Dyke’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Gentle Traveller. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Gentle Traveller Through many a land your journey ran, And showed the best the world can boast: Now tell me, traveller, if you can, The place that pleased you most.” She laid her hands upon my breast, And […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Salve Saturnia Tellus. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Salve Saturnia Tellus I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the mountain’s heart I came And saw the land for which my life had yearned, I laughed as one who some great […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. The Empty Quatrain. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) The Empty Quatrain A flawless cup: how delicate and fine The flowing curve of every jewelled line! Look, turn it up or down, ’t is perfect still,– But holds no drop of life’s heart-warming wine. Henry Van Dyke’s other poems: The […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Storm-Music. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Storm-Music O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,– Nothing but Nature’s melodies? Nay, thou hearest all her tones, As a Queen must hear! Sounds of wrath and fear, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Stand Fast!. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Stand Fast! Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand One in the faith that makes a mighty land, True to the bond you gave and will not break And fearless in the fight for conscience’ sake! […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Sicily, December 1908. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Sicily, December 1908 O garden isle, beloved by Sun and Sea, – Whose bluest billows kiss thy curving bays, Whose amorous light enfolds thee in warm rays That fill with fruit each dark-leaved orange-tree, – What hidden hatred hath the Earth […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Shelley. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Shelley Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some unearthly music, and possessed With painful passionate longing to invest The golden dream of Love’s immortal fire In […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Robert Browning. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Robert Browning How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, In winding graveyard pathways underground, For Browning’s lineage! What if men have found Poor footmen or rich merchants on the roll Of his forbears? Did they beget his soul? […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Remarks about Kings. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Remarks about Kings ”God said I am tired of kings.” — EMERSON God said, ”I am tired of kings,”– But that was a long while ago! And meantime man said, ”No,– I like their looks in their robes and […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Portrait and Reality. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Portrait and Reality If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the same, by night or day; Crossing the crowded street, or moving bright ’Mid festal throngs, or reading by […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Patria. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Patria I would not even ask my heart to say If I could love some other land as well As thee, my country, had I felt the spell Of Italy at birth, or learned to obey The charm of France, or […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. My April Lady. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) My April Lady When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float, Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; The gladness of her greeting Is gold without alloy; And in the morning sunlight I think […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. The Burden of Itys. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) The Burden of Itys THIS English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, with the foam Of meadow-sweet and white anemone To fleck their blue waves,–God is likelier there, Than hidden in that […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Might and Right. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Might and Right If Might made Right, life were a wild-beasts’ cage; If Right made Might, this were the golden age; But now, until we win the long campaign, Right must gain Might to conquer and to reign. Henry Van […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Love’s Reason. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Love’s Reason For that thy face is fair I love thee not; Nor yet because the light of thy brown eyes Hath gleams of wonder and of glad surprise, Like woodland streams that cross a sunlit spot: Nor for thy beauty, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Kindness. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Kindness Good Meäster Collins heärd woone day A man a-talkèn, that did zay It woulden answer to be kind, He thought, to vo’k o’ grov’lèn mind, Vor they would only teäke it wrong, That you be weak an’ they be strong. “No,” […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Daniel Dwithen. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Daniel Dwithen Dan Dwithen wer the chap to show His naïghbours mwore than they did know, Vor he could zee, wi’ half a thought, What zome could hardly be a-taught; An’ he had never any doubt Whatever ’twer, but he did know’t, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Do’set Militia. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Do’set Militia Hurrah! my lads, vor Do’set men! A-muster’d here in red ageän; All welcome to your ranks, a-spread Up zide to zide, to stand, or wheel, An’ welcome to your files, to head The steady march wi’ tooe to heel; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Heedless o’ my love. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Heedless o’ my love Oh! I vu’st know’d o’ my true love, As the bright moon up above, Though her brightness wer my pleasure, She wer heedless o’ my love. Tho’ ’twer all gaÿ to my eyes, Where her feäir feäce did […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Beauty Undecked. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Beauty Undecked The grass mid sheen when wat’ry beäds O’ dew do glitter on the meäds, An’ thorns be bright when quiv’rèn studs O’ raïn do hang upon their buds— As jewels be a-meäde by art To zet the plaïnest vo’k off […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Ruth a-ridèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Ruth a-ridèn Ov all the roads that ever bridge Did bear athirt a river’s feäce, Or ho’ses up an’ down the ridge Did wear to doust at ev’ry peäce, I’ll teäke the Stalton leäne to tread, By banks wi’ primrwose-beds bespread, An’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Zilver-weed. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Zilver-weed The zilver-weed upon the green, Out where my sons an’ daughters plaÿ’d, Had never time to bloom between The litty steps o’ bwoy an’ maïd. But rwose-trees down along the wall, That then wer all the maïden’s ceäre, An’ all […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Window freämed wi’ Stwone. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Window freämed wi’ Stwone When Pentridge House wer still the nest O’ souls that now ha’ better rest, Avore the viër burnt to ground His beams an’ walls, that then wer sound, ’Ithin a naïl-bestudded door, An’ passage wi’ a stwonèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Our Be’thplace. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Our Be’thplace How dear’s the door a latch do shut, An’ geärden that a hatch do shut, Where vu’st our bloomèn cheäks ha’ prest The pillor ov our childhood’s rest; Or where, wi’ little tooes, we wore The paths our fathers trod […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Culver Dell and the Squire. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Culver Dell and the Squire There’s noo pleäce I do like so well, As Elem Knap in Culver Dell, Where timber trees, wi’ lofty shouds, Did rise avore the western clouds; An’ stan’ ageän, wi’ veathery tops, A-swaÿèn up in North-Hill Copse. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Wold vo’k Dead. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Wold vo’k Dead My days, wi’ wold vo’k all but gone, An’ childern now a-comèn on, Do bring me still my mother’s smiles In light that now do show my chile’s; An’ I’ve a-sheär’d the wold vo’ks’ me’th, Avore the burnèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Lovely Maïd ov Elwell Meäd. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Lovely Maïd ov Elwell Meäd A maïd wi’ many gifts o’ greäce, A maïd wi’ ever-smilèn feäce, A child o’ yours my chilhood’s pleäce, O leänèn lawns ov Allen; ’S a-walkèn where your stream do flow, A-blushèn where your flowers do […]