English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet to Evening. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet to Evening [Written under a tree in the woods of St. Amand, in Flanders.] SWEET BALMY HOUR! dear to the pensive mind, Oft have I watch’d thy dark and weeping shade, Oft have I hail’d thee in the dewy glade, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet to Amicus. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet to Amicus WHOE’ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song Steals on the sullen ear of pensive woe; To whom the sounds of melody belong, Sounds, that can more than human bliss bestow; Like the wak’d God of day, whose rays pervade […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 9. Ye, Who in Alleys Green. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 9. Ye, Who in Alleys Green Ye, who in alleys green and leafy bow’rs, Sport, the rude children of fantastic birth; Where frolic nymphs, and shaggy tribes of mirth, In clam’rous revels waste the midnight hours; Who, link’d in flaunting bands of mountain […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 1. Favour’d by Heav’n. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 1. Favour’d by Heav’n Favour’d by Heav’n are those, ordain’d to taste The bliss supreme that kindles fancy’s fire; Whose magic fingers sweep the muses’ lyre, In varying cadence, eloquently chaste! Well may the mind, with tuneful numbers grac’d, To Fame’s immortal attributes […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Rinaldo to Laura Maria. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Rinaldo to Laura Maria THOU! whose sublime poetic art Can pierce the pulses of the heart, Can force the treasur’d tear to flow In prodigality of woe; Or lure each jocund bliss to birth Amid the sportive bow’rs […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General “His Grace! impossible! what, dead! Of old age too, and in his bed! And could that mighty warrior fall, And so inglorious, after all? Well, since he’s gone, no matter how, The last […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Valour. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Valour Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow’r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob’d in majesty sublime, Sat in thy eagle-wafted car, And led the hardy sons of war, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to the Nightingale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to the Nightingale SWEET BIRD OF SORROW! why complain In such soft melody of Song, That ECHO, am’rous of thy Strain, The ling’ring cadence doth prolong? Ah! tell me, tell me, why, Thy dulcet Notes ascend the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to the Moon. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to the Moon PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation’s placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow’r, I mark thy lucid beam From thy crystal car descend, Whitening the spangled heath, and limpid sapphire stream. And oft, amidst […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Melancholy. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Melancholy SORC’RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow’r profane, Where light-heel’d mirth despotic reigns, Slightly bound in feath’ry chains, And scatt’ring blisses round. Hence, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Meditation. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Meditation SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand’ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, my length’ning hours beguil’d; Thou, who within thy peaceful call, Canst laugh at LIFE’S tumultuous […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Health. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Health Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev’rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em’rald hue Steep’d in morn’s ethereal dew, Where in mild HELVETIA’s shade, Blushing summer round her flings Warm gales […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Envy. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Envy Deep in th’ abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And the dark Demon of Revenge resides, At midnight’s murky hour Thy origin began: Rapacious MALICE was thy sire; […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Ode to Della Crusca. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Ode to Della Crusca ENLIGHTEN’D Patron of the sacred Lyre? Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song Revibrates on the heart With magic thrilling touch, Till ev’ry nerve with quiv’ring throb divine, In madd’ning tumults, owns thy wondrous pow’r; For well thy dulcet notes Can wind […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Morning. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Morning O’ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad’wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops fall from every spray; Now o’er the thistle’s rugged head, Thin veils of filmy vapour fly, On ev’ry violet’s perfum’d bed The […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines Written on the Sea-Coast. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines Written on the Sea-Coast SWIFT o’er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides, Its streamers flutt’ring in the summer gales, The lofty mast the breezy air derides, As gaily o’er the glitt’ring surf she sails. Now beats each gallant heart with […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. A Pastoral Dialogue. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) A Pastoral Dialogue DERMOT, SHEELAH A Nymph and swain, Sheelah and Dermot hight; Who wont to weed the court of Gosford knight; While each with stubbed knife removed the roots, That raised between the stones their daily shoots; As at their work they […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines Written by the Side of a River. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines Written by the Side of a River FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray, Still a silent waving tide O’er thy glitt’ring carpet glide, While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY, As I gather from thy bank, Shelter’d by the poplar […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them THOU art no more my bosom’s FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm’d my senses many a year, Thro’ smiling summers, winters drear. O, FRIENDSHIP! am I doom’d to find […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines inscribed to P. de Loutherbourg, Esq. R. A.. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines inscribed to P. de Loutherbourg, Esq. R. A. WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow’ring cliffs in awful grandeur rise, And midst the blue expanse embrace the skies; The wond’ring eye beholds […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lewin and Gynneth. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lewin and Gynneth ”WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?” The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro’ the murky shade of night With frantic step she hied. ”When shall those eyes my GYNNETH’S face, My GYNNETH’S form survey ? When shall those […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Elegy to the Memory of David Garrick, Esq.. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Elegy to the Memory of David Garrick, Esq. DEAR SHADE OF HIM, who grac’d the mimick scene, And charm’d attention with resistless pow’r; Whose wond’rous art, whose fascinating mien, Gave glowing rapture to the short-liv’d hour! Accept the mournful verse, the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Elegy on the Death of Lady Middleton. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Elegy on the Death of Lady Middleton THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale, Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear; In awful sounds repeats a mournful tale, And claims the tribute of a tender tear. […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Edmund’s Wedding. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Edmund’s Wedding By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! Now sighing so deeply, now frantickly raving Beneath the pale light of the moon’s sickly ray. Now he starts, all aghast, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Echo to Him Who Complains. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Echo to Him Who Complains O FLY thee from the shades of night, Where the loud tempests yelling rise; Where horrror wings her sullen flight Beneath the bleak and lurid skies. As the pale light’ning swiftly gleams O’er the scorch’d […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Cupid Sleeping. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Cupid Sleeping [Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire.] CLOSE in a woodbine’s tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; His brows with mossy roses crown’d; His golden darts lay scatter’d round; To shade his auburn, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Absence. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Absence WHEN from the craggy mountain’s pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o’er the raging sea, My wand’ring eye beholds the foamy deep, I mark the restless surgeand think of THEE. The curling waves, the passing breezes move, Changing and treach’rous […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Beam in Grenley Church. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Beam in Grenley Church In church at Grenley woone mid zee A beam vrom wall to wall; a tree That’s longer than the church is wide, An’ zoo woone end o’n’s drough outside,— Not cut off short, but bound […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Good Father. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Good Father No; mind thy father. When his tongue Is keen, he’s still thy friend, John, Vor wolder vo’k should warn the young How wickedness will end, John; An’ he do know a wicked youth Would be thy manhood’s […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Hope a-left Behind. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Hope a-left Behind Don’t try to win a maïden’s heart, To leäve her in her love,—’tis wrong: ’Tis bitter to her soul to peärt Wi’ woone that is her sweetheart long. A maïd’s vu’st love is always strong; An’ if […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Shep’erd Bwoy. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Shep’erd Bwoy When the warm zummer breeze do blow over the hill, An’ the vlock ’s a-spread over the ground; When the vaïce o’ the busy wold sheep dog is still, An’ the sheep-bells do tinkle all round; Where […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found All the night in woe Lyca’s parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan, Arm in arm, seven days They traced the desert ways. Seven nights they […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Eternity. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Eternity He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sun rise. William Blake’s other poems: Epigram Songs of Experience. The Chimney Sweeper Songs of Experience. Nurse’s Song To […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Epigram. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Epigram You say their Pictures well Painted be, And yet they are Blockheads you all agree, Thank God, I never was sent to School To be Flogg’d into following the Stile of a Fool. The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule Rather […]
English Poetry. William Blake. A Divine Image. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) A Divine Image Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human […]
English Poetry. William Blake. A Cradle Song (Sleep, sleep, beauty bright). Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) A Cradle Song (Sleep, sleep, beauty bright) Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. The Chimney Sweeper. Уильям Блейк.
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. The Chimney Sweeper A little black thing among the snow, Crying! ‘weep! weep!’ in notes of woe! ‘Where are thy father and mother? Say!’ - ‘They are both gone up to the church to pray. ‘Because I was happy upon […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Soldier’s Wife. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Soldier’s Wife Weary way-wanderer languid and sick at heart Travelling painfully over the rugged road, Wild-visag’d Wanderer! ah for thy heavy chance! Sorely thy little one drags by thee bare-footed, Cold is the baby that hangs at thy bending back Meagre and […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Pauper’s Funeral. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Pauper’s Funeral What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for life’s endearments fled, Shall drop a tear and dwell upon the dead! Poor wretched Outcast! I will weep for thee, And […]
English Poetry. William Blake. To Nobodaddy. Уильям Блейк. Отцу, не породившему сына
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) To Nobodaddy Why art thou silent & invisible, Father of Jealousy? Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds From every searching Eye? Why darkness & obscurity In all thy works & laws, That none dare eat the fruit but from Thy wily serpent’s […]