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. Emily Jane Brontë. Anticipation. Эмили Бронте.

Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте) Anticipation How beautiful the earth is still, To thee – how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of distress! How spring can bring thee glory, yet, And summer win thee to forget December’s sullen time! Why dost […]

English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Stars. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.

Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Stars Most merciful God Look kindly upon An impudent child Who wants sitting on. This evening late I went to the door And then to the gate There were more stars–more Than I could have expected, Even I! I was amazed, Almighty, August! […]

English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Firelight. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.

Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд) Firelight Playing in the fire and twilight together, My little son and I, Suddenly–woefully–I stoop to catch him. ”Try, mother, try!” Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger: ”Hush! cease your play!” What happened? What in that tiny moment Flew away? Katherine […]

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 […]