English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. Because My Faltering Feet. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) Because My Faltering Feet Because my faltering feet may fail to dare The first descendant of the steps of Hell Give me the Word in time that triumphs there. I too must pass into the misty hollow Where all our living laughter stops: […]
English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. A Trinity. Хилар Беллок.
Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) A Trinity Of three in One and One in three My narrow mind would doubting be Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness met And all at once were Juliet. Hilaire Belloc’s other poems: On Torture: A Public Singer Ha’nacker Mill Hildebrand Lines […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Another («O Lord, since we have feasted thus»). Роберт Бернс. И ещё одна молитва после вкушения мясного
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Another («O Lord, since we have feasted thus») O Lord, since we have feasted thus, Which we so little merit, Let Meg now take away the flesh And Jock bring in the spirit! 1793 Перевод на русский язык И ещё одна молитва после вкушения […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Another («Lord, we thank an’ thee adore»). Роберт Бернс. Ещё одна молитва после вкушения мясного
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Another («Lord, we thank an’ thee adore») Lord, we thank an’ thee adore For temp’ral gifts we little merit; At present we will ask no more, Let William Hyslop give the spirit. 1793 Перевод на русский язык Ещё одна молитва после вкушения мясного Господь, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Grace after Meat. Роберт Бернс. Молитва после вкушения мясного
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Grace after Meat O Thou, in whom we live and move. Who mad’st the sea and shore; Thy goodness constantly we prove, And grateful would adore. And if it please thee, Pow’r above, Still grant us, with such store, The friend we trust, the […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. To Death. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) To Death (From Lenau) If within my heart there’s mould, If the flame of Poesy And the flame of Love grow cold, Slay my body utterly. Swiftly, pause not nor delay; Let not my life’s field be spread With the ash of […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. New Love, New Life. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) New Love, New Life I. She, who so long has lain Stone-stiff with folded wings, Within my heart again The brown bird wakes and sings. Brown nightingale, whose strain Is heard by day, by night, She sings of joy and pain, Of […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Christopher Found. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Christopher Found I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so long, I sought in vain In many cities, many lands, With straining eyes and groping hands; The people marvelled at my […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Lyric to Mirth. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) A Lyric to Mirth While the milder fates consent, Let’s enjoy our merriment : Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play ; Kiss our dollies night and day : Crowned with clusters of the vine, Let us sit, and quaff our wine. Call […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Youth and Love. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Youth and Love What does youth know of love? Little enough, I trow! He plucks the myrtle for his brow, For his forehead the rose. Nay, but of love It is not youth who knows. Amy Levy’s other poems: The Old Poet Ballade […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. To E.. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) To E. The mountains in fantastic lines Sweep, blue-white, to the sky, which shines Blue as blue gems; athwart the pines The lake gleams blue. We three were here, three years gone by; Our Poet, with fine-frenzied eye, You, stepped in learned […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. To a Dead Poet. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) To a Dead Poet I knew not if to laugh or weep; They sat and talked of you– ”’Twas here he sat; ’twas this he said! ’Twas that he used to do. ”Here is the book wherein he read, The room […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Village Garden. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Village Garden To E.M.S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet With mixed delight of lavender and lilies, Dreaming I linger in the noontide heat. Of many summers are […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Sick Man and the Nightingale. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Sick Man and the Nightingale (From Lenau.) So late, and yet a nightingale? Long since have dropp’d the blossoms pale, The summer fields are ripening, And yet a sound of spring? O tell me, didst thou come to hear, […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Old Poet. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Old Poet I will be glad because it is the Spring; I will forget the winter in my heart– Dead hopes and withered promise; and will wring A little joy from life ere life depart. For spendthrift youth with passion-blinded eyes, […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Old House. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Old House In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways;– Here, the dead came to meet me; it was there The dream was dreamed in unforgotten days. But who is this […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Lost Friend. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Lost Friend The people take the thing of course, They marvel not to see This strange, unnatural divorce Betwixt delight and me. I know the face of sorrow, and I know Her voice with all its varied cadences; Which way […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Last Judgment. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Last Judgment With beating heart and lagging feet, Lord, I approach the Judgment-seat. All bring hither the fruits of toil, Measures of wheat and measures of oil; Gold and jewels and precious wine; No hands bare like these hands of mine. […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The End of the Day. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The End of the Day To B. T. Dead-tired, dog-tired, as the vivid day Fails and slackens and fades away.– The sky that was so blue before With sudden clouds is shrouded o’er. Swiftly, stilly the mists uprise, Till blurred and […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 7. The Land of Story-Books. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. Ребёнок, играющий один. 7. Вычитанные страны
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 7. The Land of Story-Books At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz At Loschwitz above the city The air is sunny and chill; The birch-trees and the pine-trees Grow thick upon the hill. Lone and tall, with silver stem, A birch-tree stands apart; The passionate wind of spring-time Stirs in […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Sonnet. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Sonnet Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I Who but a little time ago was tost High on the waves of passion and of pain, With aching heat and wildly throbbing brain, Who peered into the darkness, deeming vain All things there […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Sinfonia Eroica. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Sinfonia Eroica (To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the eager people thronging came To that great hall, drawn by the magic name Of one, a high magician, who […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Run to Death. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Run to Death A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth’s face, In the crowned castle courtyard the blithe horn proclaims the chase; And the ladies on the terrace smile adieux with […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. On the Wye in May. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) On the Wye in May Now is the perfect moment of the year. Half naked branches, half a mist of green, Vivid and delicate the slopes appear; The cool, soft air is neither fierce nor keen, And in the temperate sun we […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Oh, Is It Love?. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Oh, Is It Love? O is it Love or is it Fame, This thing for which I sigh? Or has it then no earthly name For men to call it by? I know not what can ease my pains, Nor what it […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Magdalen. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Magdalen All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet hard; The dreary faces here within; The outer women’s cold regard; The Pastor’s iterated ”sin”;– These things could I endure, and […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. London Poets. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) London Poets (In Memoriam.) They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, With weary hearts, a little while ago; When, thin and grey, the melancholy snow Clung to the leafless branches overhead; Or when the smoke-veiled sky grew stormy-red […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. London in July. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) London in July What ails my senses thus to cheat? What is it ails the place, That all the people in the street Should wear one woman’s face? The London trees are dusty-brown Beneath the summer sky; My love, she dwells in […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. In the Night. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) In the Night Cruel? I think there never was a cheating More cruel, thro’ all the weary days than this! This is no dream, my heart kept on repeating, But sober certainty of waking bliss. Dreams? O, I know their faces — […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. 32. The Moon. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. 32. Луна
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. 32. The Moon The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies asleep in the forks of the […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. In the Mile End Road. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) In the Mile End Road How like her! But ’tis she herself, Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn, My only love to meet! Whose else that motion and that mien? Whose else that airy tread? […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. In the Black Forest. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) In the Black Forest I lay beneath the pine trees, And looked aloft, where, through The dusky, clustered tree-tops, Gleamed rent, gay rifts of blue. I shut my eyes, and a fancy Fluttered my sense around: ”I lie here dead and buried, […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. In September. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) In September The sky is silver-grey; the long Slow waves caress the shore.– On such a day as this I have been glad, Who shall be glad no more. Amy Levy’s other poems: The Old Poet To Vernon Lee On the Wye in […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Impotens. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Impotens If I were a woman of old, What prayers I would pray for you, dear; My pitiful tribute behold– Not a prayer, but a tear. The pitiless order of things, Whose laws we may change not nor break, Alone I could […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Felo de Se. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Felo de Se With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne. For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh’d and have struggled in vain; I am held in the Circle of Being and caught in the Circle of Pain. I was […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Contradictions. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Contradictions Now, even, I cannot think it true, My friend, that there is no more you. Almost as soon were no more I, Which were, of course, absurdity! Your place is bare, you are not seen, Your grave, I’m told, is growing green; […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. Captivity. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) Captivity The lion remembers the forest, The lion in chains; To the bird that is captive a vision Of woodland remains. One strains with his strength at the fetter, In impotent rage; One flutters in flights of a moment, And beats at […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. At Dawn. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) At Dawn In the night I dreamed of you; All the place was filled With your presence; in my heart The strife was stilled. All night I have dreamed of you; Now the morn is grey.– How shall I arise and face […]
English Poetry. Amy Levy. A Reminiscence. Эми Леви.
Amy Levy (Эми Леви) A Reminiscence It is so long gone by, and yet How clearly now I see it all! The glimmer of your cigarette, The little chamber, narrow and tall. Perseus; your picture in its frame; (How near they seem and yet how far!) […]