English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The White Man’s Burden. Редьярд Киплинг. Бремя белых
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The White Man’s Burden 1899 THE UNITED STATES AND THE PHILIPPINE ISLANDS Take up the White man’s burden – Send forth the best ye breed – Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need; To wait in heavy harness […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. I’ll aye ca’ in by yon Town. Роберт Бернс. «Схожу я снова в городок…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) * * * I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, And by yon garden green again; I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, And see my bonnie Jean again. There’s nane sall ken, there’s nane sall guess. What brings me back the gate […]
English Poetry. Thomas Stearns Eliot. The Song of the Jellicles. Томас Стернз Элиот. Песнь Джеллейных Кошек
Thomas Stearns Eliot (Томас Стернз Элиот) The Song of the Jellicles Jelticte Cats come out to-night Jellicte Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining bright – Jellicles come to the Jeliicie Ball. Jellicle Cats are black and white, Jellicle Cats are rather small; Jellicle […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Genitrix Laesa. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Genitrix Laesa (Measure of a Sarum Sequence) Nature, through these generations You have nursed us with a patience Cruelly crossed by malversations, Marring mother-ministry To your multitudes, so blended By your processes, long-tended, And the painstaking expended On their chording tunefully. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Prospect. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Prospect The twigs of the birch imprint the December sky Like branching veins upon a thin old hand; I think of summer-time, yes, of last July, When she was beneath them, greeting a gathered band Of the urban and bland. Iced […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Aërolite. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Aërolite I thought a germ of Consciousness Escaped on an aërolite Aions ago From some far globe, where no distress Had means to mar supreme delight; But only things abode that made The power to feel a gift uncloyed Of gladsome […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Midnight on Beechen. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Midnight on Beechen On Beechen Cliff self-commune I This night of mid-June, mute and dry; When darkness never rises higher Than Bath’s dim concave, towers, and spire, Last eveglow loitering in the sky To feel the dawn, close lurking by, The while […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Caricature. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Caricature Of the Lady Lu there were stories told, For she was a woman of comely mould, In heart-experience old. Too many a man for her whimful sake Had borne with patience chill and ache, And nightly lain awake! This […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Last Look round St Martin’s Fair. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Last Look round St Martin’s Fair The sun is like an open furnace door, Whose round revealed retort confines the roar Of fires beyond terrene; The moon presents the lustre-lacking face Of a brass dial gone green, Whose hours no eye can trace. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Fight on Durnover Moor. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Fight on Durnover Moor We’d loved, we two, some while, And that had come which comes when men too much beguile; And without more ado My lady said: ‘O shame! Get home, and hide!’ But he was true. Yes: he was […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. On the Death of a Favourite Old Spaniel. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) On the Death of a Favourite Old Spaniel And they have drown’d thee then at last! poor Phillis! The burthen of old age was heavy on thee. And yet thou should’st have lived! what tho’ thine eye Was dim, and watch’d no more with […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Last Word of a Blue Bird. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Last Word of a Blue Bird As told to a child As I went out a Crow In a low voice said, “Oh, I was looking for you. How do you do? I just came to tell you To tell […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Star-Splitter. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Star-Splitter `You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something I should have done by daylight, and […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Grindstone. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Grindstone Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that I can see. These hands have helped it go, and even race; Not all the motion, though, they ever […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Generations of Men. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Generations of Men A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come together. And those of the name Stark gathered in Bow, A rock-strewn town […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Flower Boat. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Flower Boat The fisherman’s swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle of house and barn His deep-sea dory has found a harbor. At anchor she rides the sunny […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Cocoon. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Cocoon As far as I can see this autumn haze That spreading in the evening air both way, Makes the new moon look anything but new, And pours the elm-tree meadow full of blue, Is all the smoke from one […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Census-Taker. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Census-Taker I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one door, The only dwelling in a waste cut over A hundred square miles round it in the mountains: And […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Ax-Helve. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Ax-Helve I’ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder’s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. Plowmen. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) Plowmen A plow, they say, to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, no– Unless in bitterness to mock At having cultivated rock. Robert Lee Frost’s other poems: The Investment Reluctance What Fifty Said Looking for a Sunset Bird […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. Place for a Third. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) Place for a Third Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even for them, three to three. But come to die she found she cared so much: She thought […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Triumph of Woman. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Triumph of Woman Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o’er distant lands has sped, The night-blast wildly howling round his head, Known all the woes of want, and felt the storm Of […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. Our Singing Strength. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) Our Singing Strength It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes spent themselves to make it wet and cold, And still they failed of any lasting hold. They made […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Pauper Witch of Grafton. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Pauper Witch of Grafton Now that they’ve got it settled whose I be, I’m going to tell them something they won’t like: They’ve got it settled wrong, and I can prove it. Flattered I must be to have two towns fighting […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. A Hundred Collars. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) A Hundred Collars Lancaster bore him–such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn’t see him often Of late years, though he keeps the old homestead And sends the children down there with their mother To […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. A Brook in the City. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) A Brook in the City The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow-crook? I ask as […]
Россия и Польша сегодня. Выбор и пути развития будущего
Россия и Польша сегодня. Выбор и пути развития будущего Судя по происходящему, с начала специальной операции по освобождению Малороссии и территории Украинской ССР от нацистского и инородного ига, Польша заняла самую антирусскую и антироссийскую позицию. С нею можно только сравнить искусственное государство Чехия и В Польше демократическое правительство и хотя несомненно в Польше есть […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. A Description of the Morning. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) A Description of the Morning Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show’d the ruddy morn’s approach. Now Betty from her master’s bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own. The slip-shod ‘prentice from his master’s door Had par’d the dirt, […]
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. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 36. Lead Me, Sicilian Maids. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 36. Lead Me, Sicilian Maids Lead me, Sicilian Maids, to haunted bow’rs, While yon pale moon displays her faintest beams O’er blasted woodlands, and enchanted streams, Whose banks infect the breeze with pois’nous flow’rs. Ah! lead me, where the barren mountain tow’rs, Where […]