English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Satisfactory Reform. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Satisfactory Reform A merry burgomaster In a burgh upon the Rhine Said, “Our burghers all are Far too fond of drinking wine.” So the merry burgomaster, When the burgomasters met, Bade them look into the matter Ere the thing went […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Lost Angel. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Lost Angel When first we met she seemed so white I feared her; As one might near a spirit bright I neared her; An angel pure from heaven above I dreamed her, And far too good for human love I […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Culinary Puzzle. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Culinary Puzzle In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding clean, Oft I like to loiter, watching While she mixes things for tea; And she tasks me, slyly […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. To Lovers. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) To Lovers Ho, ye lovers, list to me; Warning words have I for thee: Give ye heed, hefore ye wed, To this thing Sir Chaucer said: “Love wol not be constrained by maistrie, When maistrie cometh, the god of love anon […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Pastoral. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Pastoral Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of his pills. And Grandmother, by the cupboard, Knitting, heard him say: “I ought to have went to the […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Minute. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Minute She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath the tree A minute. She turned her smiling face to me; I saw a roguish sweetness in it; I […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Whale. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Whale The Whale is found in seas and oceans, Indulging there in fishlike motions, But Science shows that Whales are mammals, Like Jersey cows, and goats, and camels. When undisturbed, the Whale will browse Like camels, goats, and Jersey […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To a Mountain Daisy, On Turning One Down With The Plough, In April, 1786. Роберт Бернс. К срезанной плугом маргаритке
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To a Mountain Daisy, On Turning One Down With The Plough, In April, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, Thou’s met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my power, Thou […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Sheep. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Sheep The Sheep adorns the landscape rural And is both singular and plural— It gives grammarians the creeps To hear one say, “A flock of sheeps.” The Sheep is gentle, meek and mild, And led in herds by man or […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. A Study in Feeling. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) A Study in Feeling To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes. To execute pianos and to fiddle with success, With sympathy and feeling you must fairly effervesce; It […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Mary Had a Little Frog. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) * * * Mary had a little frog And it was water-soaked, But Mary did not keep it long Because, of course, it croaked! Ellis Parker Butler’s other poems: Song for Heroes Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! The Sheep Cupid Caught […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. The Hunter. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) The Hunter A full-fledged gun cannot endure The trifling of an amateur; Poor marksmanship its temper spoils And this is why the gun recoils. A self-respecting gun I’m sure Delights to jar the amateur And thinks that it is no disgrace […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. Good – Better – Best. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) Good – Better – Best When young, in tones quite positive I said, “The world shall see That I can keep myself from sin; A good man I will be.” But when I loved Miss Kate St. Clair ‘Twas thus my […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. The Woody Hollow. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. The Woody Hollow If mem’ry, when our hope’s a-gone, Could bring us dreams to cheat us on, Ov happiness our hearts voun’ true In years we come too quickly drough; What days should come to me, but you, That burn’d my […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Hope in Spring. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Hope in Spring In happy times a while agoo, My lively hope, that’s now a-gone Did stir my heart the whole year drough, But mwost when green-bough’d spring come on: When I did rove, wi’ litty veet, Drough deäisy-beds so white’s […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Bob the Fiddler. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Bob the Fiddler Oh! Bob the fiddler is the pride O’ chaps an’ maïdens vur an’ wide; They can’t keep up a merry tide, But Bob is in the middle. If merry Bob do come avore ye, He’ll zing a zong, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On a Request of Chloris. Роберт Бернс. Ответ на просьбу Хлорис
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On a Request of Chloris From a white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig her fair breast to adorn; No, by heavens! I exclaimed, let me perish if ever I plant in that bosom a thorn! 1794 Перевод на русский язык Ответ на […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Grace before Meat. Роберт Бернс. Молитва перед вкушением мясного
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Grace before Meat O Lord, when hunger pinches sore, Do thou stand us in need, And send us from thy bounteous store, A tup or wether head! Amen. 1793 Перевод на русский язык Молитва перед вкушением мясного Внемли, всемилостивый Бог, Голодному собранью […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. A Bottle and Friend. Роберт Бернс. «Я пью за бутылку и честного друга…»
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Bottle and Friend There’s nane that’s blest of human kind, But the cheerful and the gay, man, Fal, la, la, &c. Here’s a bottle and an honest friend! What wad ye wish for mair, man? Wha kens, before his life may end, […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Impromptu («How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face…»). Роберт Бернс. Экспромт («Меня сравнил ты нынче днём…»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Impromptu («How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face…») How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face, Ye ugly, glowering spectre? My face was but the keekin’ glass, An’ there ye saw your picture. 1791 Перевод на русский язык Экспромт («Меня сравнил ты нынче днём…») Меня сравнил ты […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. To a Lady who Was Looking up the Text during Sermon. Роберт Бернс. Даме, которая усердно просматривала Библию во время проповеди
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) To a Lady who Was Looking up the Text during Sermon Fair maid, you need not take the hint, Nor idle texts pursue: ’Twas guilty sinners that he meant – Not angels such as you! 1787 Перевод на русский язык Даме, которая усердно просматривала […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To ——. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To —— 1. Oh! well I know your subtle Sex, Frail daughters of the wanton Eve,— While jealous pangs our Souls perplex, No passion prompts you to relieve. 2. From Love, or Pity ne’er you fall, By you, […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To a Lady (This Band, which bound thy yellow hair). Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To a Lady (This Band, which bound thy yellow hair) Who Presented the Author with the Velvet Band which bound her Tresses 1. This Band, which bound thy yellow hair Is mine, sweet girl! thy pledge of love; […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To the Earl of Clare. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To the Earl of Clare Tu semper amoris Sis memor, et cari comitis ne abscedat imago. Val. Flac. Argonaut, iv. 36. 1. Friend of my youth! when young we rov’d, Like striplings, mutually belov’d, With Friendship’s purest glow; The […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To a Lady (Oh! had my Fate been join’d with thine). Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To a Lady (Oh! had my Fate been join’d with thine) 1. Oh! had my Fate been join’d with thine, As once this pledge appear’d a token, These follies had not, then, been mine, For, then, my peace had not been […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Answer to some Elegant Verses sent by a Friend to the Author, complaining that one of his descriptions was rather too warmly drawn. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Answer to some Elegant Verses sent by a Friend to the Author, complaining that one of his descriptions was rather too warmly drawn “But if any old Lady, Knight, Priest, or Physician, Should condemn me for printing a second edition; If good […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Stanzas to a Lady, with the Poems of Camoëns. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Stanzas to a Lady, with the Poems of Camoëns 1. This votive pledge of fond esteem, Perhaps, dear girl! for me thou’lt prize; It sings of Love’s enchanting dream, A theme we never can despise. 2. Who […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. Lines Addressed to a Young Lady. Джордж Гордон Байрон.
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) Lines Addressed to a Young Lady As the Author was discharging his Pistols in a Garden, Two Ladies passing near the spot were alarmed by the sound of a Bullet hissing near them, to one of whom the following stanzas were […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. May. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. May Come out o’door, ’tis Spring! ’tis Maÿ The trees be green, the vields be gaÿ; The weather’s warm, the winter blast, Wi’ all his traïn o’ clouds, is past; The zun do rise while vo’k do sleep. To teäke a […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Address to a Haggis. Роберт Бернс. Ода шотландскому пудингу
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Address to a Haggis FAIR fa’ your honest sonsie face, Great chieftain o’ the puddin’-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o’ a grace As lang’s my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Bringèn Woone Gwaïn o’ Zundays. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Bringèn Woone Gwaïn o’ Zundays Ah! John! how I do love to look At theäse green hollor, an’ the brook Among the withies that do hide The stream, a-growèn at the zide; An’ at the road athirt the wide An’ shallow […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Evenèn Twilight. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Evenèn Twilight Ah! they vew zummers brought us round The happiest days that we’ve a-vound. When in the orcha’d, that did stratch To westward out avore the patch Ov high-bough’d wood, an’ shelve to catch The western zun-light, we did meet […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Vellèn o’ the Tree. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Vellèn o’ the Tree Aye, the girt elem tree out in little hwome groun’ War a-stannèn this mornèn, an’ now’s a-cut down. Aye, the girt elem tree, so big roun’ an’ so high, Where the mowers did goo to their drink, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Dock-Leaves. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Dock-Leaves The dock-leaves that do spread so wide Up yonder zunny bank’s green zide, Do bring to mind what we did do At plaÿ wi’ dock-leaves years agoo: How we,—when nettles had a-stung Our little hands, when we wer young,— Did […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Woodcom’ Feäst. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Woodcom’ Feäst Come, Fanny, come! put on thy white, ’Tis Woodcom’ feäst, good now! to-night. Come! think noo mwore, you silly maïd, O’ chickèn drown’d, or ducks a-straÿ’d; Nor mwope to vind thy new frock’s taïl A-tore by hitchèn in a […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. The Milk-Maïd o’ the Farm. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. The Milk-Maïd o’ the Farm O Poll’s the milk-maïd o’ the farm! An’ Poll’s so happy out in groun’, Wi’ her white pail below her eärm As if she wore a goolden crown. An’ Poll don’t zit up half the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Easter Monday. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Easter Monday An’ zoo o’ Monday we got drough Our work betimes, an ax’d a vew Young vo’k vrom Stowe an’ Coom, an’ zome Vrom uncle’s down at Grange, to come. An’ they so spry, wi’ merry smiles. Did beät the […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. Leädy-Day, an’ Riddèn House. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. Leädy-Day, an’ Riddèn House Aye, back at Leädy-Day, you know, I come vrom Gullybrook to Stowe; At Leädy-Day I took my pack O’ rottletraps, an’ turn’d my back Upon the weather-beäten door, That had a-screen’d, so long avore. The mwost that […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Spring. The Woodlands. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Spring. The Woodlands O spread ageän your leaves an’ flow’rs, Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands! Here underneath the dewy show’rs O’ warm-aïr’d spring-time, zunny woodlands! As when, in drong or open ground, Wi’ happy bwoyish heart I vound The twitt’rèn birds a-buildèn round […]
English Poetry. William Cullen Bryant. The Death of the Flowers. Уильям Каллен Брайант.
William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант) The Death of the Flowers THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the […]