English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 43. While From the Dizzy Precipice. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 43. While From the Dizzy Precipice While from the dizzy precipice I gaze, The world receding from my pensive eyes, High o’er my head the tyrant eagle flies, Cloth’d in the sinking sun’s transcendent blaze! The meek-ey’d moon, ’midst clouds of amber plays […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 19. Farewell, Ye Coral Caves. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 19. Farewell, Ye Coral Caves Farewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands, Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep; Farewell, ye Nereides of the glitt’ring deep, Ye mountain tribes, ye fawns, ye sylvan bands: On the bleak rock your frantic minstrel stands, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 11. O! Reason!. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 11. O! Reason! O! Reason! vaunted Sovreign of the mind! Thou pompous vision with a sounding name! Can’st thou, the soul’s rebellious passions tame! Can’st thou in spells the vagrant fancy bind? Ah, no! capricious as the wav’ring wind, Are sighs of Love […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 10. Dang’rous to Hear. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 10. Dang’rous to Hear Dang’rous to hear, is that melodious tongue, And fatal to the sense those murd’rous eyes, Where in a sapphire sheath, Love’s arrow lies, Himself conceal’d the crystal haunts among! Oft o’er that form, enamour’d have I hung, On that […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 8. Why, Through Each Aching Vein. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 8. Why, Through Each Aching Vein Why, through each aching vein, with lazy pace Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart, While, from its source, each wild convulsive start Tears the scorch’d roses from my burning face? In vain, O Lesbian […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. On the Vowels. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) On the Vowels We are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features; One of us in glass is set, One of us you’ll find in jet. T’other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet to the Memory of Miss Maria Linley. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet to the Memory of Miss Maria Linley So bends beneath the storm yon balmy flow’r, Whose spicy blossoms once perfum’d the gale; So press’d with tears reclines yon lily pale, Obedient to the rude and beating show’r. Still is the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 4. Why, When I Gaze. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 4. Why, When I Gaze Why, when I gaze on Phaon’s beauteous eyes, Why does each thought in wild disorder stray? Why does each fainting faculty decay, And my chill’d breast in throbbing tumults rise? Mute, on the ground my Lyre neglected lies, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 3. Turn to Yon Vale Beneath. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 3. Turn to Yon Vale Beneath Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light, Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled Loves invite, The bow’r of Pleasure opens to the glade: Lull’d by soft flutes, on leaves of […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Second Ode to the Nightingale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Second Ode to the Nightingale BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I’ve heard thy dulcet strain In mournful melody complain; When in the POPLAR’S trembling shade, At Evening’s purple […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Poor Marguerite. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Poor Marguerite Swift, o’er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, And sun-scorch’d was her bosom bare; For Summer’s noon had shed its beams While she lay wrapp’d in fev’rish dreams; While, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Pastoral Stanzas. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Pastoral Stanzas WHEN AURORA’S soft blushes o’erspread the blue hill, And the mist dies away at the glances of morn; When the birds join the music that floats on the rill, And the beauties of spring the young woodlands adorn. To […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to the Muse. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to the Muse O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow’r, the magic art, Th’ extatic raptures of the Heart; Soft Beauty’s timid smile serene, The dimples of Love’s sportive mien; […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Reflection. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Reflection O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling pow’r Awakes to calm delight the ling’ring hour; O hear thy suppliant’s ardent pray’r ! […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Eloquence. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Eloquence HAIL! GODDESS of persuasive art! The magic of whose tuneful tongue Lulls to soft harmony the wand’ring heart With fascinating song; O, let me hear thy heav’n-taught strain, As thro’ my quiv’ring pulses steal […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Despair. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Despair TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn’d in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O’er wide Creation’s paths to roam? Pale Tyrant of the timid Heart, Whose visionary spells can bind The […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. On the Five Senses. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) On the Five Senses All of us in one you’ll find, Brethren of a wondrous kind; Yet among us all no brother Knows one tittle of the other; We in frequent councils are, And our marks of things declare, Where, to us unknown, a […]
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. Ode to Beauty. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Beauty EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour, Whose magic spells enchain the heart, Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow’r, Thy thrilling smile, thy witching art ? Thy lip, where balmy nectar glows; Thy cheek, where round […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode on Adversity. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode on Adversity WHERE o’er my head, the deaf’ning Tempest blew, And Night’s cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o’er the woodlands, vivid light’nings flew, Cleft the strong oak, and scorch’d the blossom’d spray; At morn’s approach, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Oberon to the Queen of the Fairies. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Oberon to the Queen of the Fairies My OBERON, with ev’ry sprite ”That gilds the vapours of the night, ”Shall dance and weave the verdant ring ”With joy that mortals thus can sing; ”And when thou sigh’st MARIA’S name, ”And mourn’st […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Mistress Gurton’s Cat. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Mistress Gurton’s Cat Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat With velvet paws, and whisker’d face; The Doves of VENUS not so fair, Nor JUNO’S Peacocks half so grand As […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. No Churchman am I. Роберт Бернс. «Не создан я был для парламентской битвы…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * No churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No sly man of business contriving a snare, For a big-bellied bottle’s the whole of my care. The peer I don’t […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Guid Ale Comes. Роберт Бернс. «Люблю я пиво, добрый эль…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O guid ale comes, and guid ale goes, Guid ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon; Guid ale keeps my heart aboon. I had sax owsen in a pleugh, And they drew a’ weel […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Male Fashions for 1799. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Male Fashions for 1799 Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown’d hats, Whispers like Jew MOSES ; Padded collars, thick cravats, And cheeks as red as roses. Faces painted pink and brown ; Waistcoats strip’d and gaudy ; Sleeves thrice doubled thick with down, And […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines on Hearing it Declared that No Women Were So Handsome as the English. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines on Hearing it Declared that No Women Were So Handsome as the English BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways the mind. Search the wide […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Life. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Life ”What is this world?thy school, O misery! ”Our only lesson is to learn to suffer.” – YOUNG. LOVE, thou sportive fickle boy, Source of anguish, child of joy, Ever woundingever smiling, Soothing still, and […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. January, 1795. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) January, 1795 Pavement slipp’ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty mansions, warm and spacious ; Courtiers clinging and voracious ; Misers scarce the wretched heeding ; Gallant soldiers fighting, bleeding. […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Female Fashions for 1799. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Female Fashions for 1799 A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As rich as fleece of JASON. A pair of shoulders strong and wide, Like country clown enlisting ; Bare […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Elegy to the Memory of Werter. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Elegy to the Memory of Werter ”With female Fairies will thy tomb be haunted ”And worms will not come to thee.” SHAKSPERE. WHEN from Day’s closing eye the lucid tears Fall lightly on the bending lily’s head; When o’er the […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. On a Very Old Glass at Market-Hill. Джонатан Свифт. Эпиграмма по поводу весьма старого зеркала, выставленного на Маркет-Хилл
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) On a Very Old Glass at Market-Hill Frail glass! thou mortal art as well as I; Though none can tell which of us first shall die. Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма по поводу весьма старого зеркала, выставленного на Маркет-Хилл Ты хрупко, как я. […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Elegy to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq.. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Elegy to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq. NEAR yon bleak mountain’s dizzy height, That hangs o’er AVON’s silent wave; By the pale Crescent’s glimm’ring light, I sought LORENZO’s lonely grave. O’er the long grass the silv’ry dew, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Deborah’s Parrot, a Village Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Deborah’s Parrot, a Village Tale ’Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or DEBBY: She Was doom’d a Spinster pure to be, For soft delights her breast ne’er felt: Yet, she […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Canzonet. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Canzonet SLOW the limpid currents twining, Brawl along the lonely dell, ’Till in one wild stream combining, Nought its rapid course can quell; So at first LOVE’S poisons stealing, Round the heart unheeded play, While we hope our pangs concealing, Vainly hope to […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ainsi Va le Monde. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ainsi Va le Monde [As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the Royal Academy at Florence, and Author of the Laurel of Liberty, and the Della Crusca Poems.] O […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. No Churchman am I. Роберт Бернс. «Не создан я был для парламентской битвы…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * No churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No sly man of business contriving a snare, For a big-bellied bottle’s the whole of my care. The peer I don’t […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. O Guid Ale Comes. Роберт Бернс. «Люблю я пиво, добрый эль…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * O guid ale comes, and guid ale goes, Guid ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon; Guid ale keeps my heart aboon. I had sax owsen in a pleugh, And they drew a’ weel […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To the Myrtle. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To the Myrtle UNFADING branch of verdant hue, In modest sweetness drest, Shake off thy pearly tears of dew, And decorate my breast. Dear emblem of the constant mind, Truth’s consecrated tree, Still shall thy trembling blossoms find A faithful friend […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To the Muse of Poetry. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To the Muse of Poetry EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless fangs at THEE! Ne’er shalt THOU bend thy radiant wing, To sweep the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. To Leonardo. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) To Leonardo ”Yes, LAURA, yes, pure as the virgin snow’s ”That on the bosom of the whirlwind move,, ”For thee my faithful endless passion glows.” – LEONARDO TO LAURA. COLD blows the wind upon the mountain’s brow; In […]