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English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Penitent. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Penitent I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within; And, ”Little Sorrow, weep,” said I, ”And, Little Sin, pray God to die, And I […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter We drenched the altars of Love’s sacred grove, Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient after The launching of the colored moths of […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Pastoral. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Pastoral If it were only still!— With far away the shrill Crying of a cock; Or the shaken bell From a cow’s throat Moving through the bushes; Or the soft shock Of wizened apples falling From an old tree In […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Bean-Stalk. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Bean-Stalk Ho, Giant! This is I! I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky! La,—but it’s lovely, up so high! This is how I came,—I put Here my knee, there my foot, Up and up, from shoot […]

English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. April. Шарлотта Смит.

Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) April GREEN o’er the copses spring’s soft hues are spreading, High wave the reeds in the transparent floods, The oak its sear and sallow foliage shedding, From their moss’d cradles start its infant buds. Pale as the tranquil tide of summer’s ocean, The […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. She is Overheard Singing. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) She is Overheard Singing OH, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth, But my true love’s a rover! Mig, her man’s as good as cheese And honest as […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * When we are old and these rejoicing veins Are frosty channels to a muted stream, And out of all our burning their remains No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream, This be our solace: that […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Merry Maid. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Merry Maid OH, I am grown so free from care Since my heart broke! I set my throat against the air, I laugh at simple folk! There’s little kind and little fair Is worth its weight […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Return from Town. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Return from Town As I sat down by Saddle Stream To bathe my dusty feet there, A boy was standing on the bridge Any girl would meet there. As I went over Woody Knob And dipped into the hollow, […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Scrub. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Scrub If I grow bitterly, Like a gnarled and stunted tree, Bearing harshly of my youth Puckered fruit that sears the mouth; If I make of my drawn boughs An Inshospitable House, Out of which I nevery pry Towards the […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow Rising of the round moon, […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Make Bright The Arrows. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Make bright the arrows Gather the shields: Conquest narrows The peaceful fields. Stock well the quiver With arrows bright: The bowman feared Need never fight. Make bright the arrows, O peaceful and wise! […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Memorial to D.C.. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Memorial to D.C. (Vassar College, 1918) O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, Where now no more the music is, With hands that wrote you little notes I write you little elegies! Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems: Two Sonnets […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Song of a Second April. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Song of a Second April April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling mud and dingy snow; Hepaticas that pleased you so Are here again, and butterflies. There […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Du. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Du And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, […]

English Poetry. Walter Scott. Brignall Banks. Вальтер Скотт.

Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Brignall Banks O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen: And as I rode by Dalton Hall, Beneath the turrets high, A Maiden on the castle wall Was singing […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Little Hill. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Little Hill Oh, here the air is sweet and still, And soft’s the grass to lie on; And far away’s the little hill They took for Christ to die on. And there’s a hill across the brook, And […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. To the Not Impossible Him. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) To the Not Impossible Him How shall I know, unless I go To Cairo and Cathay, Whether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way? Now it may be, the flower for me Is this beneath my nose: […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * I know the face of Falsehood and her Tongue Honeyed with unction, Plausible with guile, Are dear to men, whom count me not among, That owe their daily credit to her smile; Such have been succoured out […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Ebb. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Ebb I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge. Edna St. Vincent Millay’s […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Souvenir. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Souvenir Just a rainy day or two In a windy tower, That was all I had of you— Saving half an hour. Marred by greeting passing groups In a cinder walk, Near some naked blackberry hoops Dim with purple […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget Cherish you then the hope I shall forget At length, my lord, Pieria?—put away For your so passing sake, this mouth of clay These mortal bones against my body set, […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Invocation to the Muses. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Invocation to the Muses Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New York, January 18th, 1941. Great Muse, that from this hall absent for long Hast never […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Music o’ the Dead. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Music o’ the Dead When music, in a heart that’s true, Do kindle up wold loves anew, An’ dim wet eyes, in feäirest lights, Do zee but inward fancy’s zights; When creepèn years, wi’ with’rèn blights, ’V a-took off […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Looks a-know’d Avore. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Looks a-know’d Avore While zome, a-gwaïn from pleäce to pleäce, Do daily meet wi’ zome new feäce, When my day’s work is at an end, Let me zit down at hwome, an’ spend A happy hour wi’ zome wold friend, […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Poll. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Poll When out below the trees, that drow’d Their scraggy lim’s athirt the road, While evenèn zuns, a’móst a-zet, Gi’ed goolden light, but little het, The merry chaps an’ maïdens met, An’ look’d to zomebody to neäme Their bit o’ […]

English Poetry. Walter Scott. The Wild Huntsman. Вальтер Скотт.

Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) The Wild Huntsman The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn, To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake; While answering hound, […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Vaïces that be Gone. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Vaïces that be Gone When evenèn sheädes o’ trees do hide A body by the hedge’s zide, An’ twitt’rèn birds, wi’ plaÿsome flight, Do vlee to roost at comèn night, Then I do saunter out o’ zight In orcha’d, […]

English Poetry. William Blake. To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World. Уильям Блейк.

William Blake (Уильям Блейк) To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World Truly, my Satan, thou art but a Dunce, And dost not know the Garment of the Man. Every Harlot was a Virgin once, Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan. Tho’ thou […]

English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose. Уильям Блейк.

William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. The Sick Rose O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake’s other […]

English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. Nurse’s Song. Уильям Блейк.

William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. Nurse’s Song When the voices of children are heard on the green, And whisperings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the […]

English Poetry. Walter Scott. Jock of Hazeldean. Вальтер Скотт. Джок из Хэзелдина

Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Jock of Hazeldean Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I’ll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride: And ye sall be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen”– But aye she […]

English Poetry. Walter Scott. Harp of the North, Farewell!. Вальтер Скотт.

Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, The deer, half-seen, are to the covert wending. Resume thy wizard elm! the fountain lending, And the […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Journey. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Journey Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me—I am so tired, so tired Of passing pleasant places! All my life, Following Care along the dusty […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Renascence. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Renascence All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Apostrophe to Man. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Apostrophe to Man (On reflecting that the world is ready to go to war again) Detestable race, continue to expunge yourself, die out. Breed faster, crowd, encroach, sing hymns, build bombing airplanes; Make speeches, unveil statues, issue bonds, […]

English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. An Ancient Gesture. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) An Ancient Gesture I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than once: you can’t keep weaving all day And undoing it all through the night; Your arms get […]

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