English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666 Here Follows Some Verses Upon the Burning of Our house, July 10th. 1666. Copied Out of a Loose Paper. In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16 O thou Most High who rulest all And hear’st the prayers of thine, O hearken, Lord, unto my suit And my petition sign. Into Thy everlasting arms […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Upon a Fit of Sickness. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Upon a Fit of Sickness Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, here is fatal death. All men must die, and so must I; this cannot be revoked. For Adam’s […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. The Four Ages of Man. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) The Four Ages of Man [Introduction] Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. The first: son unto Phlegm, grand-child to water, Unstable, supple, moist, and cold’s his Nature. The second: frolic claims his pedigree; […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Meditations Divine and Moral. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Meditations Divine and Moral A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily overset; and that man, whose head hath great abilities, and his heart little or no grace, is in danger of foundering. The finest bread has […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. An English Breeze. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) An English Breeze UP with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wide Through all the voiceful countryside. Through all the land her tale she tells; She spins, she tosses, she […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband’s Safe Arrival. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband’s Safe Arrival What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, Thou know’st I’m weak. I owe so much, so little […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband His Absence. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband His Absence O Lord, Thou hear’st my daily moan And see’st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings and my fears. Thou hitherto hast been my God; […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. The Flesh and the Spirit. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) The Flesh and the Spirit In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to come. One Flesh was call’d, who had […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Contemplations. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Contemplations 1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, 4 Were gilded o’re by his rich golden head. 5 Their leaves and fruits seem’d […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Upon Some Distemper of Body. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Upon Some Distemper of Body In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed, Bedrenched with tears that flowed from mournful head, Till nature had […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Prologue. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Prologue To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, For my mean Pen are too superior things; Or how they all, or each their dates have run, Let Poets and Historians set these forth. My obscure lines shall […]
English Poetry. Anne Bradstreet. Epitaphs. Анна Брэдстрит.
Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит) Epitaphs Her Mother’s Epitaph Here lies A worthy matron of unspotted life, A loving mother and obedient wife, A friendly neighbor, pitiful to poor, Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her store; To servants wisely aweful, but yet kind, And as they […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Tumbler of Claret. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Tumbler of Claret I poured out a tumbler of Claret, Of course with intention to drink, And, holding it up in the sunlight, I paused for a moment to think. I really can’t tell you what made me; I never had done […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Under the Moon. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Under the Moon Under the moon two lovers walked– The silver moon–the round, full moon; Under its beams they softly talked, Of youth, and love, and June. And they plighted their vows in the silvery light, For their hearts, like the moon, were […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Voices of the City. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Voices of the City The voices of the city–merged and swelled Into a mighty dissonance of sound, And from the medley rose these broken strains In changing time and ever-changing keys. I Pleasure seekers, silken clad, Led by cherub […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. Envoys 3. To Auntie. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. Envoys 3. To Auntie “Chief of our aunts”–not only I, But all your dozen of nurselings cry– “What did the other children do? And what were childhood, wanting you?” Robert Louis Stevenson’s other poems: Songs of Travel […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A War Poem. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A War Poem Lord, in this quarter of a hundred years, What mighty progress in Thy world appears! Though strife and loud dissensions do not cease, Yet louder still is this great talk of Peace. Red war exists, but stands in ill […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. What Happens?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) What Happens? When thy hand touches mine, through all the mesh Of intricate and interlacèd veins Shoot swift delights that border on keen pains: Flesh thrills to thrilling flesh. When in thine eager eyes I look to find A comrade to my […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The West. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The West Oh, ho! for the West, the boundless west. Where pastures and creeds are broad, And the breeze is a tonic that thrills the breast, Blown straight from the hills of God. The East is a land of dead men’s bones, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Bells ov Alderburnham. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Bells ov Alderburnham While now upon the win’ do zwell The church-bells’ evenèn peal, O, Along the bottom, who can tell How touch’d my heart do veel, O. To hear ageän, as woonce they rung In holidays when I […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Jeäne o’ Grenley Mill. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Jeäne o’ Grenley Mill When in happy times we met, Then by look an’ deed I show’d, How my love wer all a-zet In the smiles that she bestow’d. She mid have, o’ left an’ right, Maïdens feäirest to the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Gwain to Feäir. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Gwain to Feäir To morrow stir so brisk’s you can, An’ get your work up under han’; Vor I an’ Jim, an’ Poll’s young man, Shall goo to feäir; an’ zoo, If you wull let us gi’e ye a eärm […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Guide Post. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Guide Post Why thik wold post so long kept out, Upon the knap, his eärms astrout, A-zendèn on the weary veet By where the dree cross roads do meet; An’ I’ve a-come so much thik woy, Wi’ happy heart, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. An Hymn to Divine Love. In Imitation of Spenser. Томас Блэклок.
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) An Hymn to Divine Love. In Imitation of Spenser No more of lower flames, whose pleasing rage With sighs and soft complaints I weakly fed; At whose unworthy shrine, my budding age, And willing muse, their first devotion paid. Fly, nurse of madness, to […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. Song. Inscribed to a Friend. In imitation of Shenstone. Томас Блэклок.
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) Song. Inscribed to a Friend. In imitation of Shenstone Cease, cease, my dear friend, to explore From whence, and how piercing my smart; Let the charms of the nymph I adore, Excuse, and interpret my heart: Then how much I admire, you shall prove, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. A Pastoral Song. Томас Блэклок.
Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) A Pastoral Song Sandy the gay, the blooming swain, Had lang frae love been free; Lang made ilk heart that fill’d the plain, Dance quick with harmless glee. As blythsom lambs that scour the green, His mind was unconstrain’d; Nae face could ever […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 1. The Vagabond. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Песни странствий и другие стихи. 1. Бродяга
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 1. The Vagabond (To an air of Schubert) Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Sexton at Longpuddle. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Sexton at Longpuddle He passes down the churchyard track On his way to toll the bell; And stops, and looks at the graves around, And notes each finished and greening mound Complacently, As their shaper he, And one who can do it […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Farmer Dunman’s Funeral. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Farmer Dunman’s Funeral ‘Bury me on a Sunday,’ He said; ‘so as to see Poor folk there. ’Tis their one day To spare for following me.’ With forethought of that Sunday, He wrote, while he was well, On ten rum-bottles one day, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Harbour Bridge. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Harbour Bridge From here, the quay, one looks above to mark The bridge across the harbour, hanging dark Against the day’s-end sky, fair-green in glow Over and under the middle archway’s bow: It draws its skeleton where the sun has set, Yea, […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. The Man-Moth. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Man-Moth Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for “mammoth.” Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat. It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Chemin De Fer. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Chemin De Fer Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far apart. The scenery was impoverished: scrub-pine and oak; beyond its mingled gray-green foliage I saw the little pond […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Squatter’s Children. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Squatter’s Children On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The Sun’s suspended eye blinks casually, and then they wade gigantic waves of light and shade. A dancing yellow spot, a pup, […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. North Haven. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) North Haven I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the spruce. It is so still the pale bay wears a milky skin; the sky no clouds except for one long, carded […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Little Exercise. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Little Exercise Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to it growling. Think how they must look now, the mangrove keys lying out there unresponsive to the lightning in […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. While Someone Telephones. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) While Someone Telephones Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn’t be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. –Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, at their dark needles, accretions to no purpose woodenly crystallized, and where two fireflies are […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Lines Written in the Fannie Farmer Cookbook. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Lines Written in the Fannie Farmer Cookbook You won’t become a gourmet cook By studying our Fannie’s book– Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are scarcely those of L’evi-Strauss. Nevertheless, you’ll find, Frank dear, The basic elements are […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. The Summer Sun Shone Round Me. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) * * * THE summer sun shone round me, The folded valley lay In a stream of sun and odour, That sultry summer day. The tall trees stood in the sunlight As still as still could be, But the deep grass […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Bishop. Seascape. Элизабет Бишоп.
Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) Seascape This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they want sidewise in tiers and tiers of immaculate reflections; the whole region, from the highest heron down to the […]