English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Willard Fluke. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Willard Fluke My wife lost her health, And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds. Then that woman, whom the men Styled Cleopatra, came along. And we — we married ones All broke our vows, myself among the rest. Years passed […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. A Hymn. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) A Hymn Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in every sound. If e’er thine ear in mercy bent When wretched mortals cried to thee, And if indeed thy Son was sent […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Judson Stoddard. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Judson Stoddard On a mountain top above the clouds That streamed like a sea below me I said that peak is the thought of Budda, And that one is the prayer of Jesus, And this one is the dream of Plato, […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Andy the Night-Watch. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Andy the Night-Watch In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted hickory cane, I slipped about with a bull’s-eye lantern From door to door on the square, As the midnight […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Thatchèn o’ the Rick. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Thatchèn o’ the Rick As I wer out in meäd last week, A-thatchèn o’ my little rick, There green young ee-grass, ankle-high, Did sheen below the cloudless sky; An’ over hedge in tother groun’, Among the bennets dry an’ brown, My […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Be’mi’ster. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Be’mi’ster Sweet Be’mi’ster, that bist a-bound By green an’ woody hills all round, Wi’ hedges, reachèn up between A thousan’ vields o’ zummer green, Where elems’ lofty heads do drow Their sheädes vor haÿ-meakers below, An’ wild hedge-flow’rs do charm the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Polly be-èn upzides wi’ Tom. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Polly be-èn upzides wi’ Tom Ah! yesterday, d’ye know, I voun’ Tom Dumpy’s cwoat an’ smock-frock, down Below the pollard out in groun’; An’ zoo I slyly stole An’ took the smock-frock up, an’ tack’d The sleeves an’ collar up, an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. I got two Vields. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. I got two Vields I got two vields, an’ I don’t ceäre What squire mid have a bigger sheäre. My little zummer-leäze do stratch All down the hangèn, to a patch O’ meäd between a hedge an’ rank Ov elems, an’ […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Clote. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Clote (Water-lily.) O zummer clote! when the brook’s a-glidèn So slow an’ smooth down his zedgy bed, Upon thy broad leaves so seäfe a-ridèn The water’s top wi’ thy yollow head, By alder’s heads, O, An’ bulrush beds, O. […]
English Poetry. Joanna Baillie. The Last Leaf. Джоанна Бейли.
Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) The Last Leaf THOU last pale relic from yon widow’d tree, Hovering awhile in air, as if to leave Thy native sprig reluctant, how I grieve, And heave the sigh of kindred sympathy, That thou art fall’n!—for I too whilom play’d Upon the […]
English Poetry. Joanna Baillie. A Child to His Sick Grandfather. Джоанна Бейли.
Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) A Child to His Sick Grandfather GRAND-DAD , they say you’re old and frail, Your stiffened legs begin to fail: Your staff, no more my pony now, Supports your body bending low, While back to wall you lean so sad, I’m vex’d to see […]
English Poetry. Joanna Baillie. A Reverie. Джоанна Бейли.
Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) A Reverie Beside a spreading elm, from whose high boughs Like knotted tufts the crow’s light dwelling shows, Where screen’d from northern blasts, and winter proof, Snug stands the parson’s barn with thatched roof; At chaff-strew’d door, where, in the morning ray, The gilded […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Call Me Away. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Call Me Away Call me away; there’s nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And hasten far away. To our beloved land I’ll flee, Our land of thought and soul, Where I have roved so oft […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Thou Hearest the Nightingale Begin the Song of Spring. Уильям Блейк. Ты слышишь, первый соловей заводит песнь весны
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) * * * Thou hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring. The Lark sitting upon his earthy bed, just as the morn Appears, listens silent; then springing from the waving Cornfield, loud He leads the Choir of Day: trill, trill, trill, trill, Mounting […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма на Уильяма Грэхема из Мосскноу, эсквайра
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe “Stop thief!” dame Nature call’d to Death, As Willy drew his latest breath; How shall I make a fool again? My choicest model thou hast ta’en. 1794 Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма на Уильяма Грэхема из Мосскноу, эсквайра […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Lines Written on a Tumbler. Роберт Бернс. Стихи, начертанные на бокале
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Lines Written on a Tumbler You’re welcome, Willie Stewart; You’re welcome, Willie Stewart; There’s ne’er a flower that blooms in May, That’s half sae welcome’s thou art. Come, bumpers high, express your joy, The bowl we maun renew it; The tappit-hen, gae bring […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To Mr. Mackenzie, Surgeon, Mauchline. Роберт Бернс. Мистеру Макензи, хирургу из Мо́хлина
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To Mr. Mackenzie, Surgeon, Mauchline Friday first’s the day appointed By the Right Worshipful anointed, To hold our grand procession; To get a blad o’ Johnie’s morals, And taste a swatch o’ Manson’s barrels I’ the way of our profession. The Master and […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To the Beautiful Eliza J –– n. Роберт Бернс. На красавицу Элизу Д –– н
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To the Beautiful Eliza J –– n How, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee named? And Equality too! hussey, art not asthamed? Free and Equal, indeed? while mankind thou enchainest, And over their hearts a proud despot thou reignest! 1794 Перевод на русский […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Addressed to a Lady Whom the Author Feared He Had Offended. Роберт Бернс. Стихи, написанные для некоей Леди из боязни, что Автор мог нечаянно обидеть её
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Addressed to a Lady Whom the Author Feared He Had Offended Rusticity’s ungainly form May cloud the highest mind; But when the heart is nobly warm, The good excuse will find. Propriety’s cold cautious rules Warm fervour may o’erlook; But spare poor sensibility […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Evenèn Star o’ Zummer. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Evenèn Star o’ Zummer When vu’st along theäse road vrom mill, I zeed ye hwome all up the hill, The poplar tree, so straïght an’ tall, Did rustle by the watervall; An’ in the leäze the cows war all A-lyèn […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 5. My Treasures. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Детский сад стихов. Ребёнок, играющий один. 5. Мои сокровища
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) A Child’s Garden of Verses. The Child Alone. 5. My Treasures These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest, Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest, Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and me In a wood […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Sky a-cleärèn. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Sky a-cleärèn The drevèn scud that overcast The zummer sky is all a-past, An’ softer aïr, a-blowèn drough The quiv’rèn boughs, do sheäke the vew Last raïn drops off the leaves lik’ dew; An’ peäviers, now a-gettèn dry, Do steam […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. The Meäd a-mow’d. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. The Meäd a-mow’d When sheädes do vail into ev’ry hollow, An’ reach vrom trees half athirt the groun’; An’ banks an’ walls be a-lookèn yollow, That be a-turn’d to the zun gwaïn down; Drough haÿ in cock, O, We all do […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time His aunt an’ uncle,—ah! the kind Wold souls be often in my mind: A better couple never stood In shoes, an’ vew be voun’ so good. She cheer’d the work-vo’k in their […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Yes, Mary Ann. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Yes, Mary Ann Song Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant, The charms of Henry’s eyes I see; But while I gaze, I something want, I want those eyes — to gaze on me. And I allow, in Henry’s heart Not Envy’s […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song from Torrismond. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Song from Torrismond How many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new-fall’n year, Whose white and sable hours appear The latest flake of Eternity: So many times do I love thee, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song from the Second Brother. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Song from the Second Brother STREW not earth with empty stars, Strew it not with roses, Nor feathers from the crest of Mars, Nor summer’s idle posies. ‘Tis not the primrose-sandalled moon, Nor cold and silent morn, Nor he that climbs the dusty […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty Sonnet Snowdrop of dogs, with ear of brownest dye, Like the last orphan leaf of naked tree Which shudders in black autumn; though by thee, Of hearing careless and untutored eye, Not understood articulate speech of men […]
English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Prometheus Unbound’. Томас Беддоус.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Prometheus Unbound’ Write it in gold – a Spirit of the sun, An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts, A soul with all the dews of pathos shining, Odorous with love, and sweet to silent woe […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Nancy Knapp. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Nancy Knapp Well, don’t you see this was the way of it: We bought the farm with what he inherited, And his brothers and sisters accused him of poisoning His fathers mind against the rest of them. And we never had […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Shack Dye. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Shack Dye The white men played all sorts of jokes on me. They took big fish off my hook And put little ones on, while I was away Getting a stringer, and made me believe I hadn’t seen aright the fish […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Libido. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Libido How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void arms and you a phantom still, And day your far light swaying down the street. As never fool for love, I starved […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Father Malloy. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Father Malloy You are over there, Father Malloy, Where holy ground is, and the cross marks every grave, Not here with us on the hill – Us of wavering faith, and clouded vision And drifting hope, and unforgiven sins. You were […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Georgine Sand Miner. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Georgine Sand Miner A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me. A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue. For years I was his mistress — no one knew. I learned from him the parasite cunning With which I moved […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Elsa Wertman. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Elsa Wertman I was a peasant girl from Germany, Blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong. And the first place I worked was at Thomas Greene’s. On a summer’s day when she was away He stole into the kitchen and took me Right […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Davis Matlock. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Davis Matlock Suppose it is nothing but the hive: That there are drones and workers And queens, and nothing but storing honey – (Material things as well as culture and wisdom) – For the next generation, this generation never living, Except […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Dora Williams. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Dora Williams When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me I went to Springfield. There I met a lush, Whose father just deceased left him a fortune. He married me when drunk. My life was wretched. A year passed and one day […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Nellie Clark. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Nellie Clark I was only eight years old; And before I grew up and knew what it meant I had no words for it, except That I was frightened and told my Mother; And that my Father got a pistol And […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Ida Chicken. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Ida Chicken After I had attended lectures At our Chautauqua, and studied French For twenty years, committing the grammar Almost by heart, I thought I’d take a trip to Paris To give my culture a final polish. So I went to […]
English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Hamlet Micure. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.
Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс) Hamlet Micure In a lingering fever many visions come to you: I was in the little house again With its great yard of clover Running down to the board-fence, Shadowed by the oak tree, Where we children had our swing. Yet […]