English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 41. Yes, I Will Go. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 41. Yes, I Will Go Yes, I will go, where circling whirlwinds rise, Where threat’ning clouds in sable grandeur lour; Where the blast yells, the liquid columns pour, And madd’ning billows combat with the skies! There, while the Daemon of the tempest flies […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 13. Bring, Brick to Deck My Brow. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 13. Bring, Brick to Deck My Brow Bring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls, A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair The costly band of studded gems prepare, Of sparkling crysolite or orient pearls: Love, o’er my head his canopy […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 6. Is It to Love. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 6. Is It to Love Is it to love, to fix the tender gaze, To hide the timid blush, and steal away; To shun the busy world, and waste the day In some rude mountain’s solitary maze? Is it to chant one name […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 2. High on a Rock. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Sonnet 2. High on a Rock High on a rock, coaeval with the skies, A Temple stands, rear’d by immortal pow’rs To Chastity divine! ambrosial flow’rs Twining round icicles, in columns rise, Mingling with pendent gems of orient dyes! Piercing the air, a golden […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Negro Girl. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Negro Girl I. Dark was the dawn, and o’er the deep The boist’rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel’d its circling sweep, And all was drear to view– When on the beach that binds the western shore The love-lorn ZELMA stood, list’ning the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Shepherd’s Dog. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Shepherd’s Dog I. A Shepherd’s Dog there was; and he Was faithful to his master’s will, For well he lov’d his company, Along the plain or up the hill; All Seasons were, to him, the same Beneath the Sun’s meridian flame; Or, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. The Lascar. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Lascar I. “Another day, Ah! me, a day “Of dreary Sorrow is begun! “And still I loath the temper’d ray, “And still I hate the sickly Sun! “Far from my Native Indian shore, “I hear our wretched race deplore; “I mark the […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Lines to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Lines to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq “Fate snatch’d him early to the pitying sky.” – POPE. IF WORTH, too early to the grave consign’d, Can claim the pitying tear, or touch the mind ? If manly sentiments unstain’d by art, […]
English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Golfre, Gothic Swiss Tale. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Golfre, Gothic Swiss Tale I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl’ing Snow O’er LEMAN’S Lake rose, tow’ring; The BARON GOLFRE’S Castle strong Was seen, the silv’ry peaks among, With ramparts, darkly low’ring!– Tall Battlements of flint, uprose, Long shadowing down the valley, A […]
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 […]
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. Mary Robinson. All Alone. Мэри Робинсон.
Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) All Alone I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide The tears that dim thy blue-eye’s ray; And wherefore dost thou sigh, and moan, And weep, that thou art left alone? […]
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 […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. A Boundless Moment. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) A Boundless Moment He halted in the wind, and–what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, And yet too ready to believe the most. ’Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,’ […]
English Poetry. Robert Lee Frost. The Wood-Pile. Роберт Ли Фрост.
Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост) The Wood-Pile Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, ’I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther- and we shall see’. The hard snow held me, save where now and then […]