English Poetry. Stephen Crane. There was, before me. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * There was, before me, Mile upon mile Of snow, ice, burning sand. And yet I could look beyond all this, To a place of infinite beauty; And I could see the loveliness of her Who walked in the shade of […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A learned man came to me once. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A learned man came to me once. He said, ”I know the way, — come.” And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A man saw a ball of gold in the sky. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A man saw a ball of gold in the sky; He climbed for it, And eventually he achieved it – It was clay. Now this is the strange part: When the man went to the earth And looked again, […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Supposing that I should have the courage. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Supposing that I should have the courage To let a red sword of virtue Plunge into my heart, Letting to the weeds of the ground My sinful blood, What can you offer me? A gardened castle? A flowery kingdom? […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. “And the sins of the fathers shall be”. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) “And the sins of the fathers shall be” ”And the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the heads of the children, even unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.” Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture; […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Walking in the sky. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Walking in the sky, A man in strange black garb Encountered a radiant form. Then his steps were eager; Bowed he devoutly. ”My Lord,” said he. But the spirit knew him not. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye and with […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Once I saw mountains angry. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Once I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Aye, he was no bigger than my finger. I laughed, and spoke to one near me, ”Will he prevail?” ”Surely,” replied this other; ”His grandfathers […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Holy Grail. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Holy Grail From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called The Pure, Had passed into the silent life of prayer, Praise, fast, and alms; and leaving for the cowl The helmet […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. God fashioned the ship of the world carefully. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * God fashioned the ship of the world carefully. With the infinite skill of an All-Master Made He the hull and the sails, Held He the rudder Ready for adjustment. Erect stood He, scanning His work proudly. Then — at fateful time […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Places among the stars. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Places among the stars, Soft gardens near the sun, Keep your distant beauty; Shed no beams upon my weak heart. Since she is here In a place of blackness, Not your golden days Nor your silver nights Can call me […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. A god in wrath. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over the earth. All people came running. The man screamed and struggled, And bit madly at the feet of the god. […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. I saw a man pursuing the horizon. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. ”It is futile,” I said, ”You can never -” ”You lie,” he cried, And ran on. Stephen Crane’s […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. God lay dead in heaven. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood That fell upon the earth. It, groaning thing, Turned black and sank. Then from the far caverns Of dead […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Love walked alone. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair limbs. There came a companion to her, But, alas, he was no help, For his name was heart’s pain. Stephen Crane’s other poems: With eye […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who […]
English Poetry. Stephen Crane. Fast rode the knight. Стивен Крейн.
Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн) * * * Fast rode the knight With spurs, hot and reeking, Ever waving an eager sword, ”To save my lady!” Fast rode the knIght, And leaped from saddle to war. Men of steel flickered and gleamed Like riot of silver lights, And the […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. Abstrosophy. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) Abstrosophy If echoes from the fitful past Could rise to mental view, Would all their fancied radiance last Or would some odors from the blast, Untouched by Time, accrue? Is present pain a future bliss, Or is it something worse? For instance, take […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. I’d Rather Have Habits Than Clothes. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) * * * I’d Rather Have Habits Than Clothes, For that’s where my intellect shows. And as for my hair, Do you think I should care To comb it at night with my toes? I’d rather have ears than a nose, I’d rather […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) * * * Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’ Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. Psycholophon. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) Psycholophon Twine then the rays Round her soft Theban tissues. All will be as She says, When the dead Past reissues. Matters not what nor where, Hark, to the moon’s dim cluster! How was her heavy hair […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. The Goops. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) The Goops The meanest trick I ever knew Was one I know you never do. I saw a Goop once try to do it, And there was nothing funny to it. He pulled a chair from under me As I was sitting down; […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. The Purple Cow. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) The Purple Cow I never saw a purple cow, I never hope to see one; But I can tell you, anyhow, I’d rather see than be one! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: On Digital Extremities The Lazy Roof The Floorless Room Psycholophon The Goops […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. On Digital Extremities. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) On Digital Extremities I’d Rather have Fingers than Toes; I’d Rather have Ears than a Nose; And As for my Hair, I’m Glad it’s All There; I’ll be Awfully Sad, when it Goes! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: The Lazy […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. The Lazy Roof. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) The Lazy Roof The Roof it has a Lazy Time A-Lying in the Sun; The Walls, they have to Hold Him Up; They do Not Have Much Fun! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: On Digital Extremities The Floorless Room Psycholophon The Goops An Alphabet […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. My Feet. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) My Feet My Feet they haul me Round the House, They Hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to Steer them, and They Ride me Everywheres! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: On Digital Extremities The Lazy Roof The Floorless Room Psycholophon The Goops […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. The Floorless Room. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) The Floorless Room I Wish that my Room had a Floor! I don’t so Much Care for a Door, But this Crawling Around Without Touching the Ground Is Getting to be Quite a Bore! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: On Digital Extremities The […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. An Alphabet of Famous Goops. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) * * * AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you ’ll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless Dupes Of Failings Such as Mar these Groups – We all are Human! 1 ABEDNEGO was Meek and […]
English Poetry. Gelett Burgess. A Woman’s Reason. Гелетт Берджесс.
Gelett Burgess (Гелетт Берджесс) A Woman’s Reason I’m Sure every Word that you say is Absurd; I Say it’s All Gummidge and Twaddle; You may Argue away till the 19th of May, But I don’t like the Sound of the Moddle! Gelett Burgess’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Vields by Watervalls. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Vields by Watervalls When our downcast looks be smileless, Under others’ wrongs an’ slightèns, When our daily deeds be guileless, An’ do meet unkind requitèns, You can meäke us zome amends Vor wrongs o’ foes, an’ slights o’ friends;— O flow’ry-gleäded, timber-sheäded […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Freedom. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) Freedom Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Song for the Luddites. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Песня для луддитов
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Song for the Luddites I. As the Liberty lads o’er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Will die fighting, or live free, And down with all kings but King Ludd! II. When […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. Zummer Stream. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. Zummer Stream Ah! then the grassy-meäded Maÿ Did warm the passèn year, an’ gleam Upon the yellow-grounded stream, That still by beech-tree sheädes do straÿ. The light o’ weäves, a-runnèn there, Did plaÿ on leaves up over head, An’ vishes scealy zides […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Lark. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Lark As I, below the mornèn sky, Wer out a workèn in the lew O’ black-stemm’d thorns, a-springèn high, Avore the worold-boundèn blue, A-reäkèn, under woak tree boughs, The orts a-left behin’ by cows. Above the grey-grow’d thistle rings, An’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. In the Spring. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. In the Spring My love is the maïd ov all maïdens, Though all mid be comely, Her skin’s lik’ the jessamy blossom A-spread in the Spring. Her smile is so sweet as a beäby’s Young smile on his mother, Her eyes […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Gwaïn down the Steps. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Gwaïn down the Steps While zuns do roll vrom east to west To bring us work, or leäve us rest, There down below the steep hill-zide, Drough time an’ tide, the spring do flow; An’ mothers there, vor years a-gone, Lik’ daughters […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Waggon a-stooded. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Waggon a-stooded Dree o’m a-ta’kèn o’t. (1) Well, here we be, then, wi’ the vu’st poor lwoad O’ vuzz we brought, a-stoodèd in the road. (2) The road, George, no. There’s na’r a road. That’s wrong. If we’d a […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Light or Sheäde. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Light or Sheäde A Maÿtide’s evenèn wer a-dyèn, Under moonsheen, into night, Wi’ a streamèn wind a-sighèn By the thorns a-bloomèn white. Where in sheäde, a-zinkèn deeply, Wer a nook, all dark but lew, By a bank, arisèn steeply, Not to let […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Bishop’s Caundle. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Bishop’s Caundle At peace day, who but we should goo To Caundle vor an’ hour or two: As gaÿ a day as ever broke Above the heads o’ Caundle vo’k, Vor peace, a-come vor all, did come To them wi’ two new […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Times. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Times Eclogue. John an’ Tom. JOHN. Well, Tom, how be’st? Zoo thou’st a-got thy neäme Among the leaguers, then, as I’ve a heärd. TOM. Aye, John, I have, John; an’ I ben’t afeärd To […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Witch. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Witch There’s thik wold hag, Moll Brown, look zee, jus’ past! I wish the ugly sly wold witch Would tumble over into ditch; I woulden pull her out not very vast. No, no. I don’t think she’s a bit […]