English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Autumn Daybreak. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Autumn Daybreak Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to rejoin the cloud, I know—for I can hear the hiss And scrape of leaves along the floor— How […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Recuerdo. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Recuerdo WE were very tired, we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 06: Bluebeard. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 06: Bluebeard This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are betrayed…. Here is no treasure hid No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring The sought-for truth, no heads […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give me back my book and take my kiss instead. Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, ”What a big book for such […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver ”Son,” said my mother, When I was knee-high, ”you’ve need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have I. ”There’s nothing in the house To make a boy breeches, Nor shears to cut […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Being Young and Green. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Being Young and Green Being Young and Green, I said in love’s despite: Never in the world will I to living wight Give over, air my mind To anyone, Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind To be shredded […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. And do you think that love itself. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * And do you think that love itself, Living in such an ugly house, Can prosper long? We meet and part; Our talk is all of heres and nows, Our conduct likewise; in no act Is any future, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. A Visit to the Asylum. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) A Visit to the Asylum Once from a big, big building, When I was small, small, The queer folk in the windows Would smile at me and call. And in the hard wee gardens Such pleasant men would hoe: ”Sir, […]
English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. The Garden Plot. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) The Garden Plot When Naboth’s vineyard look’d so fine, The king cried out, ‘Would this were mine!’ And yet no reason could prevail To bring the owner to a sale. Jezebel saw, with haughty pride, How Ahab grieved to be denied; And thus accosted […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. London’s Summer Morning. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) London’s Summer Morning Who has not waked to list the busy sounds Of summer’s morning, in the sultry smoke Of noisy London? On the pavement hot The sooty chimney-boy, with dingy face And tatter’d covering, shrilly bawls his trade, Rousing the sleepy housemaid. At […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Monody to the Memory of Chatterton. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Monody to the Memory of Chatterton Chill penury repress’d his noble rage, And froze the genial current of his soul. GRAY IF GRIEF can deprecate the wrath of Heaven, Or human frailty hope to be forgiven ! Ere now thy sainted spirit […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To Simplicity. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To Simplicity [Inscribed to Lady Duncannon] SWEET blushing Nymph, who loves to dwell In the dark forest’s silent gloom; Who smiles within the Hermit’s cell, And sighs upon the rustic’s tomb; Who, pitying, sees the busy throng, The slaves of fashion’s giddy sway; […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To Rinaldo. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To Rinaldo SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op’ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its wings Translucent pearls of ether flings. MILD is the chaste Moon’s languid eye, When gliding down […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Trumpeter, an Old English Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Trumpeter, an Old English Tale It was in the days of a gay British King (In the old fashion’d custom of merry-making) The Palace of Woodstock with revels did ring, While they sang and carous’d–one and all: For the monarch a plentiful […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Poor Singing Dame. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Poor Singing Dame Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o’erspread; A neat little Hovel, its lowly roof raising, Defied the wild winds that howl’d over its shed: The turrets, that frown’d […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Deserted Cottage. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Deserted Cottage Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its path the high grass grows, And through its thatch the northwind blows –Its thatch, by tempests shaken. And yet, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Bee and the Butterfly. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Bee and the Butterfly UPON a garden’s perfum’d bed With various gaudy colours spread, Beneath the shelter of a ROSE A BUTTERFLY had sought repose; Faint, with the sultry beams of day, Supine the beauteous insect lay. […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. Infant Joy. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Дитя-радость
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. Infant Joy ‘I have no name: I am but two days old.’ What shall I call thee? ‘I happy am, Joy is my name.’ Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy, but two days old. Sweet joy I call […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. Infant Joy. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Дитя-радость
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. Infant Joy ‘I have no name: I am but two days old.’ What shall I call thee? ‘I happy am, Joy is my name.’ Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy, but two days old. Sweet joy I call […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Alien Boy. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Alien Boy ’Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o’erhung with weeds, Mark’d the poor Exile’s home. Full ten long years The melancholy wretch had liv’d unseen By all, save […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Adieu to Love. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Adieu to Love LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no torment to the heart; The tranquil mind, the noiseless scene, Where FANCY, with enchanting mien, Shall […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. The Dean’s Answer. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) The Dean’s Answer The nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit, I cannot but envy the pride of her wit, Which thus she will venture profusely to throw On so mean a design, and a subject so low. For mean’s her design, and […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to Love. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to Love TELL ME, LOVE, when I rove o’er some far distant plain, Shall I cherish the passion that dwells in my breast? Or will ABSENCE subdue the keen rigours of pain, And the swift wing of TIME bring the balsam of […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to Flora. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to Flora LET OTHERS wreaths of ROSES twine With scented leaves of EGLANTINE; Enamell’d buds and gaudy flow’rs, The pride of FLORA’S painted bow’rs; Such common charms shall ne’er be wove Around the brows of him I LOVE. Fair are […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas to a Friend. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas to a Friend AH! think no more that Life’s delusive joys, Can charm my thoughts from FRIENDSHIP’S dearer claim; Or wound a heart, that scarce a wish employs, For age to censure, or discretion blame. Tir’d of the world, my […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas Inscribed to Lady William Russell. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas Inscribed to Lady William Russell NATURE, to prove her heav’n-taught pow’r, That gems the earth, and paints the flow’r; That bids the soft enchanting note Steal from the LINNET’S downy throat; That from young MAY’S ambrosial wings, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Stanzas. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Stanzas WHEN fragrant gales and summer show’rs Call’d forth the sweetly scented flow’rs; When ripen’d sheaves of golden grain, Strew’d their rich treasures o’er the plain; When the full grape did nectar yield, In tepid drops of purple hue; When the thick […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet. Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet. Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire ’TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold, Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow; Nor cheek of blushing rose, nor breast of snow, The varying passions of the heart could hold: […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 32. Blest As the Gods. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 32. Blest As the Gods Blest as the Gods! Sicilian Maid is he, The youth whose soul thy yielding graces charm; Who bound, O! thraldom sweet! by beauty’s arm, In idle dalliance fondly sports with thee! Blest as the Gods! that iv’ry throne […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 31. Far O’er the Waves. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 31. Far O’er the Waves Far o’er the waves my lofty Bark shall glide, Love’s frequent sighs the flutt’ring sails shall swell, While to my native home I bid farewell, Hope’s snowy hand the burnis’d helm shall guide! Triton’s shall sport admidst the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 30. O’er the Tall Cliff. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 30. O’er the Tall Cliff O’er the tall cliff that bounds the billowy main Shad’wing the surge that sweeps the lonely strand, While the thin vapours break along the sand, Day’s harbinger unfolds the liquid plain. The rude Sea murmurs, mournful as the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 26. Where Antique Woods. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 26. Where Antique Woods Where antique woods o’er-hang the mountains’s crest, And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour; Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow’r, And waste life’s fervid noon in fancied rest. Go, where the bird of sorrow weaves her nest, Cooing, in […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. Peace and Dunkirk. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) Peace and Dunkirk Spite of Dutch friends and English foes, Poor Britain shall have peace at last: Holland got towns, and we got blows; But Dunkirk’s ours, we’ll hold it fast. We have got it in a string, And the Whigs may all go […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 22. Wild Is the Foaming Sea. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 22. Wild Is the Foaming Sea Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar! And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round! On the rent rock the angry waves rebound; Ah me! the less’ning bark is seen no more! Along the margin of the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 20. Oh! I Could Toil For Thee. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 20. Oh! I Could Toil For Thee Oh! I could toil for thee o’er burning plains; Could smile at poverty’s disastrous blow; With thee, could wander ’midst a world of snow, Where one long night o’er frozen Scythia reigns. Sever’d from thee, my […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 18. Why Art Thou Chang’d?. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 18. Why Art Thou Chang’d? Why art thou chang’d? O Phaon! tell me why? Love flies reproach, when passion feels decay; Or, I would paint the raptures of that day, When, in sweet converse, mingling sigh with sigh, I mark’d the graceful languor […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 17. Love Steals Unheeded. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 17. Love Steals Unheeded Love steals unheeded o’er the tranquil mind, As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main, Slow through each fibre creeps the subtle pain, ’Till closely round the yielding bosom twin’d. Vain is the hope the magic to unbind, The […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 44. Here Droops the Muse. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 44. Here Droops the Muse Here droops the muse! while from her glowing mind, Celestial Sympathy, with humid eye, Bids the light Sylph capricious Fancy fly, Time’s restless wings with transient flowr’s to bind! For now, with folded arms and head inclin’d, Reflection […]