English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Mindèn House. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Mindèn House ’Twer when the vo’k wer out to hawl A vield o’ haÿ a day in June, An’ when the zun begun to vall Toward the west in afternoon, Woone only wer a-left behind To bide indoors, at hwome, an’ mind […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Scud. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Scud Aye, aye, the leäne wi’ flow’ry zides A-kept so lew, by hazzle-wrides, Wi’ beds o’ grægles out in bloom, Below the timber’s windless gloon An’ geäte that I’ve a-swung, An’ rod as he’s a-hung, When I wer young, in Woakley […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Elegy Written at the Hot-Wells, Bristol. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Elegy Written at the Hot-Wells, Bristol The morning wakes in shadowy mantle grey, The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfold; Prone from the cliff the falcon wheels her way, And long and loud the bell’s slow chime is toll’d. Now gains […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Sonnet 11. Written at Ostend. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Sonnet 11. Written at Ostend How sweet the tuneful bells’ responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their form I feel! And hark! with lessening cadence […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Sonnet 7. At a Village in Scotland. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Sonnet 7. At a Village in Scotland O North! as thy romantick vales I leave, And bid farewell to each retiring hill, Where thoughtful fancy seems to linger still, Tracing the broad bright landscape; much I grieve That mingled with the toiling […]
English Poetry. William Lisle Bowles. Sonnet 2. Written at Bamborough Castle. Уильям Лайл Боулз.
William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз) Sonnet 2. Written at Bamborough Castle Ye holy tow’rs, that crown the azure deep, Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime, Though, hurrying silent by, relentless Time Assail you, and the winter Whirlwind’s sweep! For far from blazing Grandeur’s crouded halls, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. «There’ll Never be Peace till Jamie Comes Hame…». Роберт Бернс. «Без Джеми в Шотландию мир не придёт!..»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) «There’ll Never be Peace till Jamie Comes Hame…» By yon castle wa’, at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, tho’ his head it was grey: And as he was singing, the tears down came – There’ll never be peace till […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Tweil. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Tweil The rick ov our last zummer’s haulèn Now vrom grey’s a-feäded dark, An’ off the barken raïl’s a-vallèn, Day by day, the rottèn bark.— But short’s the time our works do stand, So feäir’s we put em out ov hand. Vor […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Pillar’d Geäte. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Pillar’d Geäte As I come by, zome years agoo, A-burnt below a sky o’ blue, ’Ithin the pillar’ d geäte there zung A vaïce a-soundèn sweet an’ young, That meäde me veel awhile to zwim In weäves o’ jaÿ to hear […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Good Night. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Good Night While down the meäds wound slow, Water vor green-wheel’d mills, Over the streams bright bow, Win’ come vrom dark-back’d hills. Birds on the win’ shot along down steep Slopes, wi’ a swift-swung zweep. Dim weän’d the red streak’d west. Lim’-weary […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Since so Ye Please. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) * * * Since so ye please to hear me plain, And that ye do rejoice my smart, Me list no lenger to remain To such as be so overthwart. But cursed be that cruel heart Which hath procur’d a careless mind For […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Pickèn o’ Scroff. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Pickèn o’ Scroff Oh! the wood wer a-vell’d in the copse, An’ the moss-bedded primrwose did blow; An’ vrom tall-stemmèd trees’ leafless tops, There did lie but slight sheädes down below. An’ the sky wer a-showèn, in drough By the tree-stems, the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Faïr Emily of Yarrow Mill. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Faïr Emily of Yarrow Mill Dear Yarrowham, ’twer many miles Vrom thy green meäds that, in my walk, I met a maïd wi’ winnèn smiles, That talk’d as vo’k at hwome do talk; An’ who at last should she be vound, Ov […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Longfellow. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Longfellow In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many running to and fro, and shouting, and striving together, In the midst of the hurry and the troubled noise, […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Liberty Enlightening the World. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Liberty Enlightening the World Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhatten Bay, The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean away: Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Jesus, Thou Divine Companion. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) * * * Jesus, Thou divine Companion, By Thy lowly human birth Thou hast come to join the workers, Burden bearers of the earth. Thou, the Carpenter of Nazareth, Toiling for Thy daily food, By Thy patience and Thy courage, Thou […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Indian Summer. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Indian Summer A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A calmness broods upon the hills, And summer’s parting dream distills A charm of silence over all. The stacks […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. If All the Skies. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) If All the Skies If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Hudson’s Last Voyage. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Hudson’s Last Voyage June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God knows! For never ship But mine broke through the icy gates that guard […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Homeward Bound. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Homeward Bound Home, for my heart still calls me; Home, through the danger zone; Home, whatever befalls me, I will sail again to my own! Wolves of the sea are hiding Closely along the way, Under the water biding […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Francis Makemie. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Francis Makemie (Presbyter of Christ in Americas 1683-1708) To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise too long delayed! Thy fearless word and faithful work have made For God’s Republic firmer path and […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. The Sphinx. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) The Sphinx In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For silver moons are naught […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Echoes from the Greek Mythology. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Echoes from the Greek Mythology I – STARLIGHT With two bright eyes, my star, my love, Thou lookest on the stars above: Ah, would that I the heaven might be With a million eyes to look on thee. […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Dulcis Memoria. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Dulcis Memoria Long, long ago I heard a little song, (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?) So lowly, slowly wound the tune along, That far into my heart it found the way: A melody consoling and endearing; And still, in […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Doors of Daring. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) Doors of Daring The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high, Invite the fearless foot to scale Their stairway toward the sky. The restless, deep, dividing sea That flows and foams from shore to […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. America. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) America I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers’ mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons deep, Thy mountains wild and steep, All thy domains; Thy silver Eastern strands, Thy […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. A Scrap of Paper. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) A Scrap of Paper ”Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?” — Question of the German Chancellor to the British Ambassador, August 5, 1914. A mocking question! Britain’s answer came Swift as […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. A Noon Song. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) A Noon Song There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; But who will give praise to the fulness of light, And sing us a song […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. A Lover’s Envy. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) A Lover’s Envy I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And every breeze that brings to her The fragrance of the rose. I envy […]
English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. A Legend of Service. Генри Ван Дайк.
Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк) A Legend of Service It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying sorrow, or exultant joy, To tell of earthly tasks in His employ: For some were sorry when they […]
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. Oscar Wilde. Charmides. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Charmides HE was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley’s prow, and let the foam Blow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously, And holding wave and wind in boy’s despite Peered from his dripping […]
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 […]