English Poetry. Robert Burns. Extempore Lines, in Answer to a Card from an Intimate Friend of Burns, Wishing Him to Spend an Hour at a Tavern. Роберт Бернс. Строки, написанные экспромтом в ответ близкому другу Роберта Бернса, приславшему визитку с приглашением провести часок в таверне
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Extempore Lines, in Answer to a Card from an Intimate Friend of Burns, Wishing Him to Spend an Hour at a Tavern The King’s most humble servant, I Can scarcely spare a minute; But I’ll be wi’ ye by an’ bye; Or else the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Pardoned out. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Pardoned out I’m pardoned out. Again the stars Shine on me with their myriad eyes. So long I’ve peered ‘twixt iron bars, I’m awed by this expanse of skies. The world is wider than I thought, And yet ‘tis not so wide, I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Peace Angel. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Peace Angel Angel of Peace, the hounds of war, Unleasehed, are all abroad. And war’s foul trade again is made Man’s leading aim in life. Blood dyes the billow and the sod; The very winds are rife With tales of slaughter. Angel, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. If (Dear love, if you and I could sail away). Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) If (Dear love, if you and I could sail away) Dear love, if you and I could sail away, With snowy pennons to the wind unfurled, Across the waters of some unknown bay, And find some island far from all the world; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Teäkèn in Apples. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Teäkèn in Apples We took the apples in last week, An’ got, by night, zome eächèn backs A-stoopèn down all day to pick So many up in mawns an’ zacks. An’ there wer Liz so proud an’ prim, An’ dumpy Nan, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Out a-Nuttèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Out a-Nuttèn Last week, when we’d a haul’d the crops, We went a-nuttèn out in copse, Wi’ nuttèn-bags to bring hwome vull, An’ beaky nuttèn-crooks to pull The bushes down; an’ all o’s wore Wold clothes that wer in rags avore, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Mornèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Mornèn When vu’st the breakèn day is red, An’ grass is dewy wet, An’ roun’ the blackberry’s a-spread The spider’s gliss’nèn net, Then I do dreve the cows across The brook that’s in a vog, While they do trot, an’ bleäre, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. The Veäiry Veet that I do meet. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. The Veäiry Veet that I do meet When dewy fall’s red leaves do vlee Along the grass below the tree, Or lie in yollow beds a-shook Upon the shallow-water’d brook, Or drove ’ithin a sheädy nook; Then softly, in the evenèn, […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Talking (and Singing) of the Nordic Man. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Talking (and Singing) of the Nordic Man I Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his mind is slow, His hair is lank and made of tow. II And here […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda did behold And heard a woodland music passing by: You shall receive me when the clouds are […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. Epilogue to ‘She Stoops to Conquer’. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) Epilogue to ‘She Stoops to Conquer’ WELL, having stoop’d to conquer with success, And gain’d a husband without aid from dress, Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wish it too, As I have conquer’d him, to conquer you: And let me say, for all […]
English Poetry. William Blake. From King Edward the Third. Уильям Блейк. Песня менестреля
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) From King Edward the Third О sons of Trojan Brutus, cloth’d in war, Whose voices are the thunder of the field, Rolling dark clouds o’er France, muffling the sun In sickly darkness like a dim eclipse, Threatening as the red brow of storms, as […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Yak. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Yak As a friend to the children Commend me the Yak. You will find it exactly the thing: It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back, Or lead it about with a string. The Tartar who dwells on […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The World Is Full of Double Beds. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) * * * The world is full of double beds And most delightful maidenheads, Which being so, there’s no excuse For sodomy of self-abuse. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For A Christmas […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Whale. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Whale The Whale that wanders round the Pole Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor serve him in a dish; But you may cut his blubber up And melt it down for oil. And so […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Vulture. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Vulture The Vulture eats between his meals, And that’s the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you and I. His eye is dull, his head is bald, His neck is growing thinner. Oh! what a lesson for […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Scorpion. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Scorpion The Scorpion is as black as soot, He dearly loves to bite; He is a most unpleasant brute To find in bed at night. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Pelagian Drinking Song. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Pelagian Drinking Song Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or to hell It was your own affair. It had nothing to do with the Church, my boy, But was your own affair. […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Pacifist. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Pacifist Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight, But Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For A Christmas Card 893 […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Lion. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Lion The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste, He has a big head and a very small waist; But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim, And a good little child will not play with him. Hilaire […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Elephant. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Elephant When people call this beast to mind, They marvel more and more At such a little tail behind, So large a trunk before. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For A […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Early Morning. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Early Morning The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother. The moon on my left and the dawn on my right. My brother, good morning: my sister, good night. […]
English Poetry. Oliver Goldsmith. An Elegy on the Glory of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize. Оливер Голдсмит.
Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) An Elegy on the Glory of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom passed her door, And always found her […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Birds. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Birds When Jesus Christ was four years old The angels brought Him toys of gold, Which no man ever had bought or sold. And yet with these He would not play. He made Him small fowl out of clay, And blessed […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Big Baboon. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Big Baboon The Big Baboon is found upon The plains of Cariboo: He goes about with nothing on (A shocking thing to do). But if he dressed up respectably And let his whiskers grow, How like this Big Baboon would be […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Tarantella. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Tarantella Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw for a bedding, And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees, And the wine that tasted of tar? And the cheers […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. September. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) September I, from a window where the Meuse is wide, Looked eastward out to the September night; The men that in the hopeless battle died Rose, and deployed, and stationed for the fight; A brumal army, vague and ordered large For mile on […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Rebecca. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Rebecca Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A wealthy banker’s little daughter Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater (By name Rebecca Offendort), Was given to this furious sport. […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. On Two Ministers of State. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) On Two Ministers of State Lump says that Caliban’s of gutter breed, And Caliban says Lump’s a fool indeed, And Caliban and Lump and I are all agreed. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Lines For A Christmas Card. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Lines For A Christmas Card May all my enemies go to hell, Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Lord Lundy On the Little God Time Cures All 886 To the […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Juliet. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Juliet How did the party go in Portman Square? I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there. And how did Lady Gaster’s party go? Juliet was next me and I do not know. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Hildebrand. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Hildebrand Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason ”Oh murder! What was that, Papa!” ”My child, It was a Motor-Car, A most Ingenious Toy! Designed to Captivate and Charm Much rather than to rouse Alarm In […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind’s mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; Wine, privilege of the completely free; Wine the recorder; wine the sagely strong; Wine, bright avenger of sly-dealing […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. Oft, in the Stilly Night. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) * * * Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood’s years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm’d and […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Ha’nacker Mill. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Ha’nacker Mill Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha’nacker Hill And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly; And ever since then the clapper is still… And the sweeps have fallen from Ha’nacker Mill. Ha’nacker Hill […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Godolphin Horne. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Godolphin Horne Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the Human Race in Scorn, And lived with all his Sisters where His father lived, in Berkeley Square. And oh! […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. George. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) George Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions When George’s Grandmamma was told That George had been as good as gold, She promised in the afternoon To buy him an Immense BALLOON. And so she did; […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Drinking Song, On the Excellence of Burgundy Wine. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Drinking Song, On the Excellence of Burgundy Wine My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A score of stout fellows who think it no sin If they toast till they’re hoarse, […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Charles Augustus Fortescue. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Charles Augustus Fortescue The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or his pinafore: In eating Bread he made no Crumbs, He was extremely fond of sums, To which, however, he […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Algernon. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Algernon Who played with a Loaded Gun, and, on missing his Sister was reprimanded by his Father. Young Algernon, the Doctor’s Son, Was playing with a Loaded Gun. He pointed it towards his Sister, Aimed very carefully, but Missed her! His Father, who […]