English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Rwose that Deck’d her Breast. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Rwose that Deck’d her Breast Poor Jenny wer her Robert’s bride Two happy years, an’ then he died; An’ zoo the wold vo’k meäde her come, Vorseäken, to her maïden hwome. But Jenny’s merry tongue wer dum’; An’ round […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Common a-took in. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Common a-took in Oh! no, Poll, no! Since they’ve a-took The common in, our lew wold nook Don’t seem a-bit as used to look When we had runnèn room; Girt banks do shut up ev’ry drong, An’ stratch wi’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. A Father out an’ Mother Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. A Father out an’ Mother Hwome The snow-white clouds did float on high In shoals avore the sheenèn sky, An’ runnèn weäves in pon’ did cheäse Each other on the water’s feäce, As hufflèn win’ did blow between The new-leav’d boughs o’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Our Fathers’ Works. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Our Fathers’ Works Ah! I do think, as I do tread Theäse path, wi’ elems overhead, A-climèn slowly up vrom Bridge, By easy steps, to Broadwoak Ridge, That all theäse roads that we do bruise Wi’ hosses’ shoes, or heavy lwoads; An’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Motherless Child. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. The Motherless Child The zun’d a-zet back tother night, But in the zettèn pleäce The clouds, a-redden’d by his light, Still glow’d avore my feäce. An’ I’ve a-lost my Meäry’s smile, I thought; but still I have her chile, Zoo like her, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. Hay Meäken—Nunchen Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Second Collection. Hay Meäken—Nunchen Time Anne an’ John a-ta’kèn o’t. A. Back here, but now, the jobber John Come by, an’ cried, “Well done, zing on, I thought as I come down the hill, An’ heärd your zongs a-ringèn sh’ill, Who woudden like […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Wold Friend. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Wold Friend Oh! when the friends we us’d to know, ’V a-been a-lost vor years; an’ when Zome happy day do come, to show Their feäzen to our eyes ageän, Do meäke us look behind, John, Do bring wold […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Drèven o’ the Common. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Drèven o’ the Common In the common by our hwome There wer freely-open room, Vor our litty veet to roam By the vuzzen out in bloom. That wi’ prickles kept our lags Vrom the skylark’s nest ov aggs; While […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Wold Waggon. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Wold Waggon The girt wold waggon uncle had, When I wer up a hardish lad, Did stand, a-screen’d vrom het an’ wet, In zummer at the barken geäte, Below the elems’ spreadèn boughs, A-rubb’d by all the pigs an’ […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The Woodspurge. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The Woodspurge The wind flapp’d loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill: I had walk’d on at the wind’s will,– I sat now, for the wind was still. Between my knees my forehead was,– My lips, […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. Night. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Ночь
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. Night THE sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven’s high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Only a Year. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) Only a Year One year ago, – a ringing voice, A clear blue eye, And clustering curls of sunny hair, Too fair to die. Only a year, – no voice, no smile, No glance of eye, No clustering curls of golden hair, […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Arrival in the Land of Freedom. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) Arrival in the Land of Freedom Look on the travellers kneeling, In thankful gladness, here, As the boat that brought them o’er the lake, Goes steaming from the pier. ‘Tis Harry, like a girl disguised, His mother, like a boy, But the […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. The Miserere. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) The Miserere Not of the earth that music! all things fade; Vanish the pictured walls! and, one by one, The starry candles silently expire! And now, O Jesus! round that silent cross A moment’s pause, a hush as of the grave. Now […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. In the Fair Garden of Celestial Peace. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) * * * In the fair garden of celestial Peace Walketh a Gardener in meekness clad; Fair are the flowers that wreathe his dewy locks, And his mysterious eyes are sweet and sad. Fair are the silent foldings of his robes, Falling […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Spice-Tree. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Spice-Tree This is the song The spice-tree sings: “Hunger and fire, Hunger and fire, Sky-born Beauty— Spice of desire,” Under the spice-tree Watch and wait, Burning maidens And lads that mate. The spice-tree spreads And its boughs come down Shadowing village and […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich He paid a Swede twelve bits an hour Just to invent a fancy style To spread the celebration paint So it would show at least a mile. Some things they did I will not tell. […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. What the Miner in the Desert Said. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) What the Miner in the Desert Said The moon’s a brass-hooped water-keg, A wondrous water-feast. If I could climb the ridge and drink And give drink to my beast; If I could drain that keg, the flies Would not be biting so, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Hearth Eternal. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Hearth Eternal There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went to find the world. They promised to return, but wandered still. The cities used them well, they won their way, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Jane Addams at the Hague. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Jane Addams at the Hague I. SPEAK NOW FOR PEACE Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen, Stand now for peace, (though anger breaks your heart), Though naught but smoke and flame and drowning is seen. Lady of Light, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. I Heard Immanuel Singing. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) * * * (The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing Within his own good lands, I saw him bend above his harp. I watched his wandering hands […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The Mirror. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The Mirror SHE knew it not:—most perfect pain To learn: this too she knew not. Strife For me, calm hers, as from the first. ‘Twas but another bubble burst Upon the curdling draught of life,— My silent patience mine again. As who, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Where Is the Real Non-Resistant. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Where Is the Real Non-Resistant (Matthew V, 38-48.) Who can surrender to Christ, dividing his best with the stranger, Giving to each what he asks, braving the uttermost danger All for the enemy, MAN? Who can surrender till death His words and his […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Beggar’s Valentine. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Beggar’s Valentine Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; Fleeing away from the sweets, Seeking the dust and rain, Sworn to the […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To the United States Senate. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To the United States Senate And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes? This brazen gutter idol, reared to power Upon a leering pyramid of lies? And must the Senator from Illinois […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Amaranth. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Amaranth Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and yawns And the tremendous Amaranth descends Sweet with the glory of ten thousand dawns? Does it not mean my God […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Look You, I’ll Go Pray. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) * * * Look you, I’ll go pray, My shame is crying, My soul is gray and faint, My faith is dying. Look you, I’ll go pray — ”Sweet Mary, make me clean, Thou rainstorm of the […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Raft. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Raft The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it his deacon-beard, or old bald pate That makes the band upon his whims to wait? Loot and mud-honey have his soul […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Master of the Dance. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Master of the Dance A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. I A master deep-eyed Ere his manhood was ripe, He sang like a thrush, He […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Galahad, Knight Who Perished. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Galahad, Knight Who Perished A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier that perished . . . ages ago, Our hearts are breaking with shame, our tears overflow. Galahad […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Epilogue. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Epilogue UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale, On sunny days have found you weak and still, Though I have often held your girlish head Drooped on my shoulder, faint from little ill:— […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Concerning Emperors. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Concerning Emperors I. GOD SEND THE REGICIDE Would that the lying rulers of the world Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred. Would that the sword of Cromwell and the Lord, The sword of Joshua and Gideon, Hewed hip and thigh the hosts […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Beauty and the Bird. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) Beauty and the Bird SHE fluted with her mouth as when one sips, And gently waved her golden head, inclin’d Outside his cage close to the window-blind; Till her fond bird, with little turns and dips, Piped low to her of sweet […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Traveller-Heart. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Traveller-Heart (To a Man who maintained that the Mausoleum is the Stateliest Possible Manner of Interment) I would be one with the dark, dark earth:– Follow the plough with a yokel tread. I would be part of the Indian corn, […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The City That Will Not Repent. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The City That Will Not Repent Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing a dancer’s girdle All to inflame desire: Scorning her days of […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Sweethearts of the Year. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Sweethearts of the Year Sweetheart Spring Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly, Her gliding hands were fire, Her lilac breath upon our cheeks Consumed us with desire. By her our God began to build, Began to sow […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Jingo and the Minstrel. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The Jingo and the Minstrel AN ARGUMENT FOR THE MAINTENANCE OF PEACE AND GOODWILL WITH THE JAPANESE PEOPLE Glossary for the uninstructed and the hasty: Jimmu Tenno, ancestor of all the Japanese Emperors; Nikko, Japan’s loveliest shrine; Iyeyasu, her greatest […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. I Went Down into the Desert. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) * * * I went down into the desert To meet Elijah— Arisen from the dead. I thought to. find him in an echoing cave; For so my dream had said. I went down into the desert To meet John the Baptist. […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Above the Battle’s Front. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) Above the Battle’s Front St. Francis, Buddha, Tolstoi, and St. John — Friends, if you four, as pilgrims, hand in hand, Returned, the hate of earth once more to dare, And walked upon the water and the land, If you, with words […]
English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. In Praise of Songs that Die. Вэчел Линдсей.
Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) In Praise of Songs that Die AFTER HAVING READ A GREAT DEAL OF GOOD CURRENT POETRY IN THE MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS Ah, they are passing, passing by, Wonderful songs, but born to die! Cries from the infinite human seas, Waves thrice-winged […]