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. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Kin to Sorrow. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Kin to Sorrow Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door—— Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow’s hand? Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand, And then comes Sorrow— And what […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Three Songs of Shattering. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Three Songs of Shattering I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Afternoon on a Hill. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Afternoon on a Hill I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Unexplorer. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Unexplorer There was a road ran past our house Too lovely to explore. I asked my mother once — she said That if you followed where it led It brought you to the milk-man’s door. (That’s why I have […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Underground System. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Underground System Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the world—it is thin. Moles are at work beneath us; they have tunneled the sub-soil With separate chambers; which at an appointed knock Could be as one, could […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Blue-Flag in the Bog. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Blue-Flag in the Bog God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor’s house, Open to us, bereft. Gay the lights of Heaven showed, And ’twas God who walked ahead; Yet […]
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. George Gordon Byron. The Dream. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Сон
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) The Dream I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. MacDougal Street. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) MacDougal Street AS I went walking up and down to take the evening air, (Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?) I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair; (”Little dirty Latin […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Singing-Woman from the Wood’s Edge. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Singing-Woman from the Wood’s Edge What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water, What should I be but the […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Lines Written in Recapitulation. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Lines Written in Recapitulation I could not bring this splendid world nor any trading beast In charge of it, to defer, no, not to give ear, not in the least Appearance, to my handsome prophecies, which here I ponder and put […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Shroud. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Shroud Death, I say, my heart is bowed Unto thine,—O mother! This red gown will make a shroud Good as any other! (I, that would not wait to wear My own bridal things, In a dress dark as […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Passer Mortuus Est. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Passer Mortuus Est Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness,—presently Every bed is narrow. Unremembered as old rain Dries the sheer libation, And the little petulant hand Is an annotation. After all, my […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Poet and His Book. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Poet and His Book Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch and you shall whine Many a night, and you shall worry Many a bone, before you […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Betrothal. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Betrothal Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad, And love me if you like. I shall not hear the door shut Nor the knocker strike. Oh, bring me gifts or beg me gifts, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth Not in this chamber only at my birth— When the long hours of that mysterious night Were over, and the morning was in sight— I cried, but in strange places, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Wraith. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Wraith ”Thin Rain, whom are you haunting, That you haunt my door?” —Surely it is not I she’s wanting; Someone living here before— ”Nobody’s in the house but me: You may come in if you like and see.” Thin […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend, The pallid hare that runs before the day Having brought your earnest counsels to an end Now have I somewhat of my own to say: That it is folly to […]
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. Portrait by a Neighbour. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Portrait by a Neighbour Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you’ll find her A-sunning in the sun! It’s long after midnight Her key’s in the lock, And you never see her chimney smoke Til […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Wood Road. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Wood Road If I were to walk this way Hand in hand with Grief, I should mark that maple-spray Coming into leaf. I should note how the old burrs Rot upon the ground. Yes, though Grief should know me […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. To Those Without Pity. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) To Those Without Pity Cruel of heart, lay down my song, Your reading eyes have done me wrong, Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written. Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems: Two […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Concert. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Concert No, I will go alone. I will come back when it’s over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it will not be long. Why may you not come with me?— You are too much my lover. You […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew Once more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling underground, A treacherous messenger, the thought of you Comes […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Dirge. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Dirge Boys and girls that held her dear, Do your weeping now; All you loved of her lies here. Brought to earth the arrogant brow, And the withering tongue Chastened; do your weeping now. Sing whatever songs are […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Low-Tide. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Low-Tide These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brown And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, These wet rocks where the tide went down Will show again when the tide is high Faint and perilous, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Think Not, Not For A Moment Let Your Mind. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * Think not, not for a moment let your mind, Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought That the work’s done and the long day behind, And beauty, since ’tis paid for, can be bought. If in the […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew No rose that in a garden ever grew, In Homer’s or in Omar’s or in mine, Though buried under centuries of fine Dead dust of roses, shut from sun and […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Doubt No More That Oberon. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Doubt No More That Oberon Doubt no more that Oberon— Never doubt that Pan Lived, and played a reed, and ran After nymphs in a dark forest, In the merry, credulous days,— Lived, and led a fairy band Over the […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Frederick and Alice. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Frederick and Alice Frederick leaves the land of France, Homeward hastes his steps to measure, Careless casts the parting glance On the scene of former pleasure. Joying in his prancing steed, Keen to prove his untried blade, Hope’s gay dreams the soldier lead […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Feast. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Feast I drank at every vine. The last was like the first. I came upon no wine So wonderful as thirst. I gnawed at every root. I ate of every plant. I came upon no fruit So wonderful as […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I am, and how the sands Of such a […]