English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To Anne (Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed). Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To Anne (Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed) 1. Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed The heart which adores you should wish to dissever; Such Fates were to me most unkind ones […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Egotism. A Letter to J. T. Becher. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Egotism. A Letter to J. T. Becher Ἑαυτὸν Βύρων αἔιδει. 1. If Fate should seal my Death to-morrow, (Though much I hope she will postpone it,) I’ve held a share of Joy and Sorrow, Enough for Ten; and here […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. On the Eyes of Miss A—— H——. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) On the Eyes of Miss A—— H—— Anne’s Eye is liken’d to the Sun, From it such Beams of Beauty fall; And this can be denied by none, For like the Sun, it shines on All. Then do not […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Bard’s Epitaph. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия на могилу Поэта
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Bard’s Epitaph Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near; And owre this greasy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a bard […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Tam Glen. Роберт Бернс. Тэм Глен
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Tam Glen MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel unto me come len’, To anger them a’ is a pity, But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen? I’m thinking, wi’ sic a braw fellow, In poortith I might mak a fen; […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Fragment «Now health forsakes that angel face…». Роберт Бернс. Фрагмент («Твоя улыбка умерла…»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Fragment «Now health forsakes that angel face…» Now health forsakes that angel face, Nae mair my Dearie smiles; Pale sickness withers ilka grace, And a’ my hopes beguiles. The cruel powers reject the prayer I hourly mak’ for thee; Ye heavens, how great is […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Bird Nesting. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Bird Nesting O wonderful! In sport we climbed the tree, Eager and laughing, as in all our play, To see the eggs where, in the nest, they lay, But silent fell before the mystery. For, one brief moment there, we […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. At Variance. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) At Variance When with me the play she goes, I much admire the buds and bows And all that on Kate’s headgear grows. But when some other night I see That hat between the stage and me, My taste and Kate’s […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Scotchman Whose Name Was Isbister. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) * * * A Scotchman whose name was Isbister Had a maiden giraffe he called “sister” When she said “Oh, be mine, Be my sweet Valentine!” He just shinned up her long neck and kissed her. Ellis Parker Butler’s other poems: […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Womanly Qualms. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Womanly Qualms When I go rowing on the lake, I long to be a man; I’ll give my Sunday frock to have A callous heart like Dan. I love the ripple of the waves When gliding o’er the deep, But […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Why Washington Retreated. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Why Washington Retreated 1775 Said Congress to George Washington: “To set this country free, You’ll have to whip the Britishers And chase them o’er the sea.” “Oh, very well,” said Washington, “I’ll do the best I can. I’ll slam and bang […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Valentine to the Girl in Black. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Valentine to the Girl in Black In hand I take this pen of mine To write you, sweet, a valentine; I’d take your dainty hand instead, But—you’re a drawing—I am wed— And that is why, you understand, I only take my pen […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. To May. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) To May I have no heart to write verses to May; I have no heart—yet I’m cheerful today; I have no heart—she has won mine away So—I have no heart to write verses to May. Ellis Parker Butler’s other poems: Cupid […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. To Marguerite. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) To Marguerite So great my debt to thee, I know my life Is all too short to pay the least I owe, And though I live it all in that sweet strife, Still shall I be insolvent when I go. Bid, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Winter Night. Роберт Бернс. Зимняя ночь
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Winter Night WHEN biting Boreas, fell and doure, Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless bow’r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv’d glow’r, Far south the lift, Dim-dark’ning thro’ the flaky show’r Or whirling drift; Ae night the storm the steeples rocked, Poor Labour sweet […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. To Jessica, Gone Back to the City. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) To Jessica, Gone Back to the City Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o’ half o’ livin’; Fer we never knowed she’d driven Into us so much content, Till fair Jessica hed […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. To G. M. W. and G. F. W.. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) To G. M. W. and G. F. W. I Whenas—(I love that “whenas” word— It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with his tra-la-loo, He little thought one donkey’s back Would carry thus a […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Wood Nymph. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Wood Nymph A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder — That is the most I can boast to have seen, Then all is lost as the shadows enfold her, Forest glades making a screen of their […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Golf Walk. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Golf Walk Behold, my child, this touching scene, The golfer on the golfing-green; Pray mark his legs’ uncanny swing, The golf-walk is a gruesome thing! See how his arms and shoulders ride Above his legs in haughty pride, While […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Final Tax. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Final Tax Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: “What can we tax that is not paying? We’re taxing every blessed thing— Here’s what our people are defraying: “Tariff tax, income tax, Tax on retail sales, Club tax, school tax, […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Cut Finger. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Cut Finger THE GOSSOON [Weeping] It’s bleedin’! It’s bleedin’! THE OULD WOMAN [Soothingly] An’ shure, me lad, ‘t is bleedin’; But come, me hearty laddy buck, be brave an’ do not cry; A lad that’s learnin’ readin’ […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Speaking of Operations. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Speaking of Operations I know something wonderful—wonderful; So strange it will quite startle you; So strange and absurd and unusual It seems it can hardly be true! I know something wonderful—wonderful; You’ll hardly believe it can be— You know my appendix? […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Song for Heroes. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Song for Heroes Captain O’Hare was a mariner brave; He refused to abandon his ship; A hero, he sleeps in a watery grave— And his widow is now Mrs. Bipp, Haw! Haw! His widow is now Mrs. Bipp! Henri Dupont was […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Says Mister Doojabs. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Says Mister Doojabs Well, eight months ago one clear cold day, I took a ramble up Broadway, And with my hands behind my back I strolled along on the streetcar track— (I walked on the track, for walking there Gives one, […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Ridden Down. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Ridden Down When I taught Ida how to ride a Bicycle that night, I ran beside her, just to guide her Erring wheel aright; And many times there in the street She rode upon my weary feet. But now can […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Tam O’Shanter. Роберт Бернс. Тэм О’Шентер
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Tam O’Shanter A Tale “Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke.” Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors neibors meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin to tak the gate, While we sit bousing […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Reasonable Interest. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Reasonable Interest I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak—fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes M. Maeterlinck and Howells use. I have great curiosity Regarding George Ade’s new boot tree. Has Carolyn Wells […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Partners. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Partners Love took chambers on our street Opposite to mine; On his door he tacked a neat, Clearly lettered sign. Straightway grew his custom great, For his sign read so: “Hearts united while you wait. Step in. Love and Co.” […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Night in the City. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Night in the City The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze. From moisty eaves the drops […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. New England Magazine. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) New England Magazine Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, Whose cheveaux long and curly. “Je am a poete, sir,” dit he, “Je live where tres grande want […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. When Ida Puts Her Armor On. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) * * * When Ida puts her armor on And draws her trusty blade The turnips in the bin turn pale, The apples are afraid. The quiet kitchen city wakes And consternation feels, And quick the tocsin pealeth forth In long potato […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Cowboy Had a Sterling Heart. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) * * * The Cowboy had a sterling heart, The Maiden was from Boston, The Rancher saw his wealth depart— The Steers were what he lost on. The Villain was a banker’s limb, His spats and cane were nifty; The Maiden […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Judgment Day. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Judgment Day Saint Peter stood, at Heaven’s gate, All souls claims to adjudicate Saying to some souls, ”Enter in!” ”Go to Hell,” to others, ”you are steeped in sin.” When up from earth, with a great hubbub, Came all the members of […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Immortality. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Immortality I bowed my head in anguish sore When Life made Death his bride; “Soul, we are lost forever more!” Unto my soul I cried. “Nay, waste in wailing not thy breath,” My soul replied to me, “Behold! The child […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. How’d You Like It?. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) How’d You Like It? Well, then! How’d you like to bear the name of Butler As an honor badge eight centuries at least, And then have the Prohibitionists inform you That a butler is a sort of outlawed beast? Ellis Parker […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Golden Silence. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Golden Silence I told her I loved her and begged but a word, One dear little word, that would be For me by all odds the most sweet ever heard, But never a word said she! I raged at her […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Highland Mary. Роберт Бернс. Горянка Мэри
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Highland Mary Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o’ Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There Simmer first unfald her robes, And there the langest tarry: For there I took the last Fareweel O’ […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Cupid Caught Napping. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Cupid Caught Napping Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy fellow, Close above the fragrant bed Back and forth a gruff bee sped, And, to lull the sleepy […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Circumstantial Evidence. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Circumstantial Evidence She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke); She thinks all men quite stupid are, (But laughs whene’er I joke). She says she does not care for verse (But praises all I write); […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Anticipation. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Anticipation I hold her letter as I stand, Nor break the seal; no need to guess What dainty little female hand Penned this most delicate address. The scented seal—I break it not, But stand in stormy revery; I tremble as […]