English Poetry. John McCrae. The Pilgrims. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Pilgrims An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, Where every beam that broke the leaden sky Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours; Some clustered graves where half our memories lie; And one grim Shadow creeping ever nigh: And this was […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Oldest Drama. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Oldest Drama ”It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he said to a lad, Carry him to his mother. And . . . […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Night Cometh. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Night Cometh Cometh the night. The wind falls low, The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey Cluster, like children strayed away But found again, and folded so. No chiding look doth she bestow: If she […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Dead Master. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Dead Master Amid earth’s vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: To-day around him surges from the silences of Time A flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad, Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God. John […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Quebec. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Quebec -1908 Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong – Like Helen fair, like Helen light of word, – ”The spoils unto the conquerors belong. Who winneth me must win me by the sword.” Grown old, like Helen, […]
English Poetry. John Clare. Badger. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) Badger The badger grunting on his woodland track With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes. With nose on ground he runs an awkward pace, […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Penance. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Penance My lover died a century ago, Her dear heart stricken by my sland’rous breath, Wherefore the Gods forbade that I should know The peace of death. Men pass my grave, and say, ”’Twere well to sleep, Like such an one, amid […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Mine Host. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Mine Host There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host; Each guest he greets, nor ever lacks to say, ”How have ye fared?” They answer him, the most, ”This lodging place is other than […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Isandlwana. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Isandlwana Scarlet coats, and crash o’ the band, The grey of a pauper’s gown, A soldier’s grave in Zululand, And a woman in Brecon Town. My little lad for a soldier boy, (Mothers o’ Brecon Town!) My eyes for tears and his […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. In Due Season. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) In Due Season If night should come and find me at my toil, When all Life’s day I had, tho’ faintly, wrought, And shallow furrows, cleft in stony soil Were all my labour: Shall I count it naught If only one poor […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Eventide. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Eventide The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim ’mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace At the close of day. Each weary toiler, with lingering pace, As he homeward turns, with […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Equality. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Equality I saw a King, who spent his life to weave Into a nation all his great heart thought, Unsatisfied until he should achieve The grand ideal that his manhood sought; Yet as he saw the end within his reach, Death took the […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Anarchy. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Anarchy I saw a city filled with lust and shame, Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light; And sudden, in the midst of it, there came One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right. And speaking, fell before that brutish […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Dying of Pere Pierre. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Dying of Pere Pierre “. . . with two other priests; the same night he died, and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name.” Chronicle. “Nay, grieve not that ye can no honour give To […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Upon Watts’ Picture ”Sic Transit”. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Upon Watts’ Picture ”Sic Transit” ”What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have.” But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life, The waving of the banners, and the rattle of the spears, […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Then and Now. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Then and Now Beneath her window in the fragrant night I half forget how truant years have flown Since I looked up to see her chamber-light, Or catch, perchance, her slender shadow thrown Upon the casement; but the nodding leaves Sweep lazily across the […]
English Poetry. John Keats. Hymn to Apollo. Джон Китс.
John Keats (Джон Китс) Hymn to Apollo GOD of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the patient year, Where—where slept thine ire, When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath, Thy laurel, […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Song of the Derelict. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Song of the Derelict Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me now, but to strike me betimes. (A treacherous lover, the sea!) Once I saw as I lay, half-awash in […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Hope of My Heart. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Hope of My Heart ”Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine.” I left, to earth, a little maiden fair, With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light; I prayed that God might have her in His […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Harvest of the Sea. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Harvest of the Sea The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence o’er the thankful song Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves. The wave tops whiten on the sea […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Captain. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Captain Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A masterless hulk that was a ship of pride, Yet unashamed: her memories remain. It was Nelson in the `Captain’, Cape […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. The Anxious Dead. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) The Anxious Dead O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear Above their heads the legions pressing on: (These fought their fight in time of bitter fear, And died not knowing how the day had gone.) O flashing muzzles, pause, and […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Recompense. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Recompense I saw two sowers in Life’s field at morn, To whom came one in angel guise and said, ”Is it for labour that a man is born? Lo: I am Ease. Come ye and eat my bread!” Then gladly one forsook his […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. In Flanders Field. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) In Flanders Field In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago […]
English Poetry. John McCrae. Disarmament. Джон Маккрей.
John McCrae (Джон Маккрей) Disarmament One spake amid the nations, ”Let us cease From darkening with strife the fair World’s light, We who are great in war be great in peace. No longer let us plead the cause by might.” But from a million British graves took […]
English Poetry. Thomas Carew. A Looking-Glass. Томас Кэрью (Кэри). Зеркало
Thomas Carew (Томас Кэрью (Кэри)) A Looking-Glass THAT flatt’ring glass, whose smooth face wears Your shadow, which a sun appears, Was once a river of my tears. About your cold heart they did make A circle, where the briny lake Congeal’d into a crystal cake. Gaze […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. To the Others. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) To the Others This was the gleam then that lured from far Your son and my son to the Holy War: Your son and my son for the accolade With the banner of Christ over them, in steel arrayed. All quiet roads of […]
English Poetry. John Keats. Dedication to Leigh Hunt, Esq.. Джон Китс.
John Keats (Джон Китс) Dedication to Leigh Hunt, Esq. Glory and loveliness have pass’d away; For if we wander out in early morn, No wreathed incense do we see upborne Into the east, to meet the smiling day: No crowd of nymphs soft voic’d and young, and gay, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. For the Airmen. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) For the Airmen THOU who guidest the swallow and wren, Keep the paths of the flying men! Over the mountains, over the seas Thou hast given the bird-folk compasses. Thou guidest them, yea, Thou leadest them home By the trackless ways and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. All Souls. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) All Souls THERE’S traffic in the worlds immortal, For many souls are flying home, Striving and pushing at the portal For sight of glorious things to come. What rout of wings against the sunset? What rosy plumes the dawning bar? Heaven’s stormed with […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Lowlands of Flanders. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Lowlands of Flanders THE night that I was married Our Captain came to me: Rise up, rise up, new-married man And come at once with me. For the Lowlands of Flanders, It’s there that we must fight; So look your last and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Broken Soldier. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Broken Soldier The broken soldier sings and whistles day to dark; He’s but the remnant of a man, maimed and half-blind, But the soul they could not harm goes singing like the lark, Like the incarnate Joy that will not be confined. […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Girl’s Song. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Girl’s Song The Meuse and Marne have little waves; The slender poplars o’er them lean. One day they will forget the graves That give the grass its living green. Some brown French girl the rose will wear That springs above his comely […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Joining the Colours. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Joining the Colours THERE they go marching all in step so gay! Smooth-cheeked and golden, food for shells and guns. Blithely they go as to a wedding day, The mothers’ sons. The drab street stares to see them row on row On the […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Slow Spring. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Slow Spring O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, The days go on With almonds showing the pink stars blowing And birds in the dawn. Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, Or a lamb that is mild, By little steps, and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Doves. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Doves The house where I was born, Where I was young and gay, Grows old amid its corn, Amid its scented hay. Moan of the cushat dove, In silence rich and deep; The old head I love Nods to its quiet sleep. […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Weeping Babe. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Weeping Babe She kneels by the cradle Where Jesus doth lie; Singing, Lullaby, my Baby! But why dost Thou cry? The babes of the village Smile sweetly in sleep; And lullaby, my Baby, That […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Nurse. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Nurse Such innocent companionship Is hers, whether she wake or sleep, ’Tis scarcely strange her face should wear The young child’s grave and innocent air. All the night long she hath by her The quiet breathing, […]
English Poetry. John Keats. A Prophecy: To George Keats in America. Джон Китс. Пророчество: Джорджу Китсу – в Америку
John Keats (Джон Китс) A Prophecy: To George Keats in America ‘Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen – For what listen they? For a song and for a charm, See […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Legend of St. Austin and the Child. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Legend of St. Austin and the Child St. Austin, going in thought Along the sea-sands gray, Into another world was caught, And Carthage far away. He saw the City of God Hang in the saffron sky; […]