English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Grenley Water. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Grenley Water The sheädeless darkness o’ the night Can never blind my mem’ry’s zight; An’ in the storm, my fancy’s eyes Can look upon their own blue skies. The laggèn moon mid faïl to rise, But when the daylight’s blue an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Harvest Hwome:— Second Peärt. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Harvest Hwome:— Second Peärt Second Peart. What they did after Supper. Zoo after supper wer a-done, They clear’d the teäbles, an’ begun To have a little bit o’ fun, As long as they mid stop. The wold woones took their pipes […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Jenny out vrom Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Jenny out vrom Hwome O wild-reävèn west winds; as you do roar on, The elems do rock an’ the poplars do ply, An’ weäve do dreve weäve in the dark-water’d pon’,— Oh! where do ye rise vrom, an’ where do ye […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. The Welshnut Tree. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. The Welshnut Tree When in the evenèn the zun’s a-zinkèn, A-drowèn sheädes vrom the yollow west, An’ mother, weary, ’s a-zot a thinkèn, Wi’ vwolded eärms by the vire at rest, Then we do zwarm, O, Wi’ such a charm, O, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 32. After the Battle. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 32. После битвы
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 32. After the Battle Night closed around the conqueror’s way, And lightnings showed the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day, Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier’s hope, the patriot’s zeal, For ever dimmed, for ever […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. The Ivy. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. The Ivy Upon theäse knap I’d sooner be The ivy that do climb the tree, Than bloom the gaÿest rwose a-tied An’ trimm’d upon the house’s zide. The rwose mid be the maïdens’ pride, But still the ivy’s wild an’ free; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Poll’s Jack-Daw. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Poll’s Jack-Daw Ah! Jimmy vow’d he’d have the law Ov ouer cousin Poll’s Jack-daw, That had by day his withy jaïl A-hangèn up upon a naïl, Ageän the elem tree, avore The house, jist over-right the door. An’ twitted vo’k a-passèn […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. A Zong ov Harvest Hwome. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. A Zong ov Harvest Hwome The ground is clear. There’s nar a ear O’ stannèn corn a-left out now, Vor win’ to blow or raïn to drow; ’Tis all up seäfe in barn or mow. Here’s health to them that plough’d […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Fall. Harvest Hwome:— The vu’st Peärt. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Fall. Harvest Hwome:— The vu’st Peärt The vu’st peärt. The Supper. Since we wer striplèns naïghbour John, The good wold merry times be gone: But we do like to think upon What we’ve a-zeed an’ done. When I wer up a hardish […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Time Cures All. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Time Cures All It was my shame, and now it is my boast, That I have loved you rather more than most. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Hildebrand Lines For A Christmas Card Heretics All 887 […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Tiger. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Tiger The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And mothers of large families (Who claim to common sense) Will find a tiger well repays The trouble and expense. Hilaire Belloc’s […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Telephone. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Telephone To-night in million-voiced London I Was lonely as the million-pointed sky Until your single voice. Ah! So the sun Peoples all heaven, although he be but one. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Statue. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Statue When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will pass And find a stone half-hidden in tall grass And grey with age: but having seen that stone (Which was your image), ride more slowly on. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Night. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Night Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them That chaunt the dead day’s requiem Make in […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Microbe. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Microbe The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope. His jointed tongue that lies beneath A hundred curious rows of teeth; His seven tufted tails with […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 95. Thee, Thee, Only Thee. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 95. Thee, Thee, Only Thee THE dawning of morn, the daylight’s sinking, The night’s long hours still find me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. When friends are met, and goblets crown’d, And smiles are near, that once enchanted, Unreach’d by […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Marmozet. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Marmozet The species Man and Marmozet Are intimately linked; The Marmozet survives as yet, But Men are all extinct. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For A Christmas Card 909 […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Hippopotamus. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Hippopotamus I shoot the Hippopotamus With bullets made of platinum, Because if I use leaden ones His hide is sure to flatten ’em. 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 Dromedary. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Dromedary The Dromedary is a cheerful bird: I cannot say the same about the Kurd. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For A Christmas Card 896 To the […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what he saw was good. When Peter Wanderwide was thrown By Death himself beyond Auxerre, […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Catholic Sun. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Catholic Sun Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, There’s always laughter and good red wine. At least I’ve always found it so. Benedicamus Domino! Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Time Cures All Hildebrand Lines For A […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Song. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Song Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year You wear the morning like your dress And are with mastery crown’d; When as you walk your loveliness Goes shining all around: Upon your secret, smiling way Such new contents […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. On Vital Statistics. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) On Vital Statistics Ill fares the land to hast’ning ills a prey (1) Where wealth accumulates and men decay.’ But how much more unfortunate are those Where wealth declines and population grows! (1)This line is execrable; and I […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. On Torture: A Public Singer. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) On Torture: A Public Singer Torture will give a dozen pence or more To keep a drab from bawling at his door. The public taste is quite a different thing- Torture is positively paid to sing. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. On the Little God. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) On the Little God Of all the gods that gave me all their glories To-day there deigns to walk with me but one. I lead him by the hand and tell him stories. It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. On the Ladies of Pixton. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) On the Ladies of Pixton Three Graces; and the mother were a Grace, But for profounder meaning in her face. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill On the Little God Time Cures All Hildebrand 893 […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 25. Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 25. Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. October. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) October Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very noon: the year’s grown old, Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace. The vines below have lost their purple grace, And in […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Lord Lundy. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Lord Lundy Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was far too freely moved to Tears. For instance if his Mother said, ”Lundy! It’s time to go to Bed!” […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Lord Finchley. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Lord Finchley Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right! It is the business of the wealthy man To give employment to the artisan. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Lines to a Don. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Lines to a Don Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for a tilt with men– Your quavering and corroded pen; Don poor at Bed and worse at Table, Don pinched, […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) * * * Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties, And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Lines For A Christmas Card Lord Lundy On the Little God 888 […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Jim. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Jim Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; His Friends were very good to him. They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam, And slices of delicious Ham, And […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Is there any reward?. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) * * * Is there any reward? I’m beginning to doubt it. I am broken and bored, Is there any reward Reassure me, Good Lord, And inform me about it. Is there any reward? I’m beginning to doubt it. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The South Country. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The South Country When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Heretics All. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Heretics All Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea, You never shall have good words from me. Caritas non conturbat me. But Catholic men that live upon wine Are deep in the water, and frank, […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Henry King. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Henry King The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself in ugly Knots inside. Physicians of the Utmost Fame Were called at once; but when they came They answered, as […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Conjuration to Electra. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Conjuration to Electra By those soft tods of wool With which the air is full; By all those tinctures there, That paint the hemisphere; By dews and drizzling rain That swell the golden grain; By all those sweets that be I’ the […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Frog. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) The Frog Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As ”Slimy skin,” or ”Polly-wog,” Or likewise ”Ugly James,” Or ”Gap-a-grin,” or ”Toad-gone-wrong,” Or ”Bill Bandy-knees”: The Frog is justly sensitive To epithets like these. No animal will […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Franklin Hyde. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Franklin Hyde Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle. His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyde Carousing in the Dirt. He Shook him hard from Side to Side And Hit him till it Hurt, Exclaiming, with a Final […]