English Poetry. Henry Livingston. A Valentine. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) A Valentine WELLCOME, wellcome, happy day, Wherein love-sick maidens may Unrestrained tell their swains All their fondness, all their pains. Honest truth we may declare Only once within a year — Cruel custom ties us down To this day & this alone. […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. The Bee’s Winter Retreat. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) The Bee’s Winter Retreat Go, while the summer suns are bright, Take at large thy wandering flight, Go, and load thy tiny feet With every rich and various sweet; Cling around the flowering thorn, Dive in the woodbine’s honey’d horn, Seek the wild […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Letter Sent to Master Timmy Dwight. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Letter Sent to Master Timmy Dwight Master Timmy brisk and airy Blythe as Oberon the fairy On thy head thy cousin wishes Thousand and ten thousand blisses. Never may thy wicket ball In a well or puddle fall; Or thy wild ambitious kite […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Careless Philosopher’s Soliloquy. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Careless Philosopher’s Soliloquy I rise when I please, when I please I lie down, Nor seek, what I care not a rush for, renown; The rattle called wealth I have learnt to despise, Nor aim to be either important or wise. Let […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The Vine & Oak. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The Vine & Oak A Fable A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob’d, reclining lay, And catch’d the noontide’s fervid ray; The num’rous plants that deck the field Did all the palm of beauty yield; […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The Procession. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The Procession The legislators pass along A solemn, self-important throng! Just raised from the common mass, They feel themselves another class. –But let them in the sunshine play For every dog must have his day. There moves the law’s close-wedged band The […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. On My Sister Joanna’s Entrance into Her 33rd Year. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) On My Sister Joanna’s Entrance into Her 33rd Year On this thy natal day permit a friend - A brother – with thy joys his own to blend: In all gladness he would wish to share As willing in thy griefs a part to […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. To My Little Niece Sally Livingston. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) To My Little Niece Sally Livingston To my little niece Sally Livingston, on the death of a little serenading wren she admired. Hasty pilgrim stop thy pace Turn a moment to this place Read what pity hath erected To a songster […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Acknowledgement. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Acknowledgement With the ladies’ permission, most humbly I’d mention How much we’re obliged by all their attention; We sink with the weight of the huge obligation Too long & too broad to admit compensation. For us (and I blush while I speak I […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Apostrophe. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Apostrophe Of RISPAH. (who had been the concubine of King SAUL) when DAVID hanged her children, because their father had done amiss. From morn to eve from eve to rosy morn, On this bleak rock I’ll lay me all forlorn; Here […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The Crane & The Fox. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The Crane & The Fox A Fable In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship’s golden chain; Whene’er they met, the fox would bow And madame Crane would curtsie low- -My lovely Crane how do you do? -I’m very […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Dialogue. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Dialogue Children Pray dearest mother if you please Cut up your double-curded cheese, The oldest of the brotherhood. It’s ripe, no doubt and nicely good! Your reputation will rise treble As we the lucious morsel nibble. Praise will flow from each partaker Both […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. The Swallow. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) The Swallow THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding; and beneath, The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May. The welcome guest of settled Spring, The Swallow too […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The Dance. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The Dance Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf Who was chang’d to a flow’r for admiring himself. A part deem’d essential in each lady’s dress With what maidens cry when they wish to say yes. A lullabye carriage, soft, cozy […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. The IX Ode to Horace. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) The IX Ode to Horace HORACE. While I was pleasing to your arms, Nor any youth, of happier charms, Thy snowy bosom blissful prest, Not Portia’s like me was blest. LYDIA. While for no other fair you burn’d, Nor Lydia […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Catharine Breese Livingston. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Catharine Breese Livingston Tombstone I fondly nursed an opening rose, And view’d its beauties every day; But ah! a withering storm arose And swept my lovely flower away. Henry Livingston’s other poems: To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) To the Memory of Henry Welles Livingston A gentle spirit now above Once animated what lies here Till heav’n announc’d in tenderest love ”Ascend Immortal to yon sphere.” The lambkin at the great behest Gave up its life without one groan; When […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas ”Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. A Tenant of Mrs. Van Kleeck. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) A Tenant of Mrs. Van Kleeck My very good landlady, Mistress Van Kleeck, (For the tears that o’erwhelm me I scarcely can speak) I know that I promis’d you hogs two or three (But who knows his destiny? Certain not me!) That I […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) 1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address Believe me, dear patrons, I have wand’red too far, Without any compass, or planet or star; My dear native village I scarcely can see So I’ll hie to my hive like the tempest-tost bee. Hail home! sacred home! […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Epithalamium: A Marriage Poem. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Epithalamium: A Marriage Poem ’Twas summer, when softly the breezes were blowing, And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing, The groves rang with music & accents of pleasure And nature in rapture beat time to the measure, When Helen and Jonas, so true […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck To his charming black-eyed niece Uncle Harry wishest peace! Wishes roses over strow’d O’er her sublunary road! No rude winds around her howl, O’er her head no tempests scowl; No red lightnings flash around, No loud […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. A Walk in the Shrubbery. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) A Walk in the Shrubbery To the Cistus or Rock Rose, a beautiful plant, whose flowers expand, and fall off twice in twenty-four hours. THE Florists, who have fondly watch’d, Some curious bulb from hour to hour, And, […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. Hiding Place. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) Hiding Place Hail sov’reign love that first began, The scheme to rescue fallen man; Hail matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a Hiding-Place. Against the God that rules the sky, I fought with hands uplifted high; Despis’d the mentions of […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. An Elegy on the Death of Montgomery Tappen. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) An Elegy on the Death of Montgomery Tappen An elegy on the death of MONTGOMERY TAPPEN who dies at Poughkeepsie on the 20th of Nov. 1784 in the ninth year of his age. The sweetest, gentlest, of the youthful train, Here […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. They Say That «Time Assuages». Эмили Дикинсон. Твердят, что время лечит
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * They say that “Time assuages” — Time never did assuage — An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age — Time is a Test of Trouble — But not a Remedy — If such it prove, it prove […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. I Reason, Earth Is Short. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * I REASON, earth is short, And anguish absolute. And many hurt; But what of that? I reason, we could die: The best vitality Cannot excel decay; But what of that? I reason that in heaven Somehow, it will […]
English Poetry. John Donne. Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness. Джон Донн. Гимн Богу, моему Богу, написанный во время болезни
John Donne (Джон Донн) Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I […]
English Poetry. Carl Sandburg. Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind. Карл Сэндберг. Четыре прелюдии, разыгранные ветром
Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг) Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind “The past is a bucket of ashes.” 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and takes her time and does her hair the way she wants it and fastens at […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Cloud Pictures. Пол Гамильтон Хейн. Картины в облаках
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) Cloud Pictures Here in these mellow grasses, the whole morn, I love to rest; yonder, the ripening corn Rustles its greenery; and his blithesome horn Windeth the frolic breeze o’er field and dell, Now pealing a bold stave with lusty swell, […]
English Poetry. George Arnold. September. Джордж Арнольд. Сентябрь
George Arnold (Джордж Арнольд) September Sweet is the voice that calls From babbling waterfalls In meadows where the downy seeds are flying; And soft the breezes blow And eddying come and go In faded gardens where the rose is dying. Among the stubbled corn The blithe quail […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Ashes of Life. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Ashes of Life Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here! But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! Would that it were […]
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English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. Flora. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) Flora REMOTE from scenes, where the o’erwearied mind Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind, From hostile menace, and offensive boast, Peace, and her train of home-born pleasures lost; To fancy’s reign, who would not gladly turn, And lose awhile, the miseries […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Fledgling. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Fledgling So, art thou feahered, art thou flown, Thou naked thing?—and canst alone Upon the unsolid summer air Sustain thyself, and prosper there? Shall no more with anxious note Advise thee through the happy day, Thrusting the worm into […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Tavern. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Tavern I’ll keep a little tavern Below the high hill’s crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest. There shall be plates a-plenty, And mugs to melt the chill Of all the grey-eyed people Who happen […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless As to some lovely temple, tenantless Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass, Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass Grown up between the stones, yet from excess Of […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown I bit my fingers and was hard to please, Having shook disaster till the fruit fell down I feel tonight more happy and at ease: Feet running in the corridors, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song Into the golden vessel of great song Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast Let other lovers lie, in love and rest; Not we,—articulate, so, but with the tongue […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. To S. M.. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) To S. M. If he should lie a-dying I AM not willing you should go Into the earth, where Helen went; She is awake by now, I know. Where Cleopatra’s anklets rust You will not […]