English Poetry. Mary Hobson. Another Winter in Zaraisk…. Мэри Хобсон. Ещё одна зима на улице Свободы в Зарайске
Mary Hobson (Мэри Хобсон) Another Winter in Zaraisk… For Marina, with love. At 42, on Freedom Street, how shall I say – it’s less than neat. It wouldn’t pass a test. But that’s because of three rambunctious cats. What gives it dignity and status is that it’s […]
English Poetry. Mary Hobson. Laundry Blues. Мэри Хобсон. Прачечный блюз
Mary Hobson (Мэри Хобсон) Laundry Blues I sort all the dirty clothes night after night. Delicate dark, delicate light, tough dark, white wash, cold wash only, separate piles. What it means to be lonely. Pour in the powder and press the right switch. Why do I care what’s […]
English Poetry. Robert Sidney. Sonnet 2. The pains which I uncessantly sustain. Роберт Сидни. Сонет 2. Я счастлив: я жестоко опалён
Robert Sidney (Роберт Сидни) Sonnet 2. The pains which I uncessantly sustain The pains which I uncessantly sustain, Burning in hottest flames of love most pure, Are joys, not griefs, since each of them are sure Witness that faith, not will, in me doth reign. Vain may […]
English Poetry. Robert Sidney. Sonnet 1. You purest stars, whose never-dying fires. Роберт Сидни. Сонет 1. О звёзды чистоты невыразимой
Robert Sidney (Роберт Сидни) Sonnet 1. You purest stars, whose never-dying fires You purest stars, whose never-dying fires Deck heavenly spheres and rule the world below, Grudge not if I in your clear beauties know The fair maid’s eyes, the stars of my desires. To earthly […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 40. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Sonnets from the Portuguese. 40. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth: I have heard love talked in my early youth, And since, […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 30. I see thine image through my tears to-night. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Sonnets from the Portuguese. 30. I see thine image through my tears to-night I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How Refer the cause?—Belovëd, is it thou Or I, who makes me sad? The acolyte Amid […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 27. My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Sonnets from the Portuguese. 27. My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully Shines out […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 18. I never gave a lock of hair away. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Sonnets from the Portuguese. 18. I never gave a lock of hair away I never gave a lock of hair away To a man, Dearest, except this to thee, Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully I ring out to the full brown length and […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 11. And therefore if to love can be desert. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Sonnets from the Portuguese. 11. And therefore if to love can be desert And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, and trembling knees that fail To bear the burden of a […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Bianca among the Nightingales. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Bianca among the Nightingales The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to search And wash the whole world clean as gold; The olives crystallized the vales’ Broad slopes until the hills grew […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Farewell Love and all thy Laws for ever . Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) * * * Farewell love and all thy laws forever; Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more. Senec and Plato call me from thy lore To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavour. In blind error when I did persever, Thy sharp repulse, […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 38. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Sonnets from the Portuguese. 38. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The finger of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, it grew more clean and white, Slow to world-greetings, quick […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 22. When our two souls stand up erect and strong. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Sonnets from the Portuguese. 22. When our two souls stand up erect and strong When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curvèd point,—what bitter wrong […]
English Poetry. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Cheerfulness Taught by Reason. Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг) Cheerfulness Taught by Reason I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God’s. Had we no hope Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope Of yon gray blank of sky, we might grow faint To muse upon eternity’s constraint […]
English Poetry. Mark Akenside. Ode 9. To Sleep. Марк Эйкенсайд.
Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) Ode 9. To Sleep Thou silent pow’r, whose balmy sway Charms every anxious thought away; In whose divine oblivion drown’d, Fatigue and toiling pain grow mild, Love is with sweet success beguil’d, And sad remorse forgets her secret wound; O whither hast thou flown, […]
English Poetry. Mark Akenside. Ode 6. On the Absence of the Poetic Inclination. Марк Эйкенсайд.
Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) Ode 6. On the Absence of the Poetic Inclination Queen of my songs, harmonious maid, Why, why hast thou withdrawn thy aid? Why thus forsook my widow’d breast, With dark infeebling damps oppress’d? Where is the bold prophetic heat, With which my bosom wont […]
English Poetry. Mark Akenside. An Ode to the Country Gentlemen of England. Марк Эйкенсайд.
Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) An Ode to the Country Gentlemen of England Whither is Europe’s ancient spirit fled? Where are those valiant tenants of her shore, Who from the warrior bow the strong dart sped, Or with firm hand the rapid pole-axe bore? Freeman and soldier was their […]
English Poetry. Mark Akenside. Ode 1. Allusion to Horace. Марк Эйкенсайд.
Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) Ode 1. Allusion to Horace Amid the garden’s fragrance laid, Where yonder limes behold their shade Along the glassy stream, With HORACE and his tuneful ease I’ll rest from crouds, and care’s disease, And summer’s piercing beam. Behold the busy, wand’ring BEE! From […]
English Poetry. Mark Akenside. The Virtuoso; in imitation of Spencer’s Style and Stanza. Марк Эйкенсайд.
Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) The Virtuoso; in imitation of Spencer’s Style and Stanza Whilom by silver Thame’s gentle stream, In London town there dwelt a subtile wight; A wight of mickle wealth, and mickle fame, Book-learn’d and quaint; a virtuoso hight. Uncommon things, and rare were his delight; […]
English Poetry. James Fisher. The Devil’s Advice to Swearers. Джеймс Фишер. Послание дьявола ругателям и сквернословам
James Fisher (Джеймс Фишер) The Devil’s Advice to Swearers My couthie lads, baith far an’ near, Wha loo to curse, an’ loo to swear, Ye are the lads that I loo dear, You at the last I’ll weel reward, ye need na fear, When time is past. […]
English Poetry. James Fisher. On Halloween. Джеймс Фишер. Хэллоуин
James Fisher (Джеймс Фишер) On Halloween 1. The sun was neulins doun the lift, The ky bun i’ the byre, While chiels did sit in gay gude tift, Wi hizzies roun’ the fire; – To crack broun nits was a’ their thrift, Until their teeth did tire, An’ […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Praise for Creation and Providence. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Praise for Creation and Providence I sing the mighty power of God, that made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, and built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day; The moon shines full […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Failure. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Failure THE BOY went out from the ranges grim, And the breath of the mountains went with him; With a song in his heart and a smile on his face, And a light in his eyes for a foremost place: And the […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Grey Road. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Grey Road A sun-flash on his mounting wing, A wild note soaring high— The lark is up, the minstrel king, The poet of the sky. To thrill, to sing of Youth and Spring Those golden numbers flowed. What message then Has […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Average Man. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Average Man His hat looks worn, and his coat-sleeves shine, As I see him step from his ’bus at nine; His boots are pieced and his tie home-made, And his trousers patched where the edge was frayed, And his face is […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Brunton Stephens. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Brunton Stephens The gentle heart that hated wrong, The courage that all ills withstood, The seeing eye, the mighty song That stirred us into Nationhood, Have passed. What garlands can be spread? The Prince of Courtesy is dead. The power that […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Altiora Peto. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Altiora Peto O for a vision of the perfect light To shame the splendour of the morning star! O for a breath from out the Infinite Where the great heart of Being throbs afar! O for that sound, too fine for mortal […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. To the Irish Dead. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) To the Irish Dead ’TIS a green isle set in a silver water, A fairy isle where the shamrock grows. Land of Legend, the Dream-Queen’s daughter— Out of the Fairies’ hands She rose. They touched Her harp with a tender sighing, A […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. A Nocturne. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) A Nocturne Like weary sea-birds spent with flight And faltering, The slow hours beat across the night On leaden wing. The wild bird knows where rest shall be Soe’er he roam. Heart of my heart! apart from thee I have no home. […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Cymru. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Cymru Dim in the mist of ages, seeking a resting-place, Broke on the shores of Britain the wave of an Aryan race. Clear thro’ the mist of ages, ere ever the White Christ came, Songs of the Cymric singers have chanted the […]
English Poetry. James Fisher. Epistle II. To Mr. Thomas Walker. Джеймс Фишер. Второе послание мистеру Томасу Уокеру
James Fisher (Джеймс Фишер) Epistle II. To Mr. Thomas Walker 1. Honest Tamie, dainty chiel, I got your lines, whilk I loot weel, Fu’ blythly I brak up the seal To get them read; Could I Parnassus like you speel, I wad be glad. 2. […]
English Poetry. James Fisher. Epistle I. To Mr. Thomas Walker. Джеймс Фишер. Первое послание мистеру Томасу Уокеру
James Fisher (Джеймс Фишер) Epistle I. To Mr. Thomas Walker 1. GET up my muse, ye lazy jaker, An’ twa three lines together yaker; To ane whilk they ca’ Thamas Walker, A taylor prime. An’ into a’ a wally maker, O’ auld Scotch rhyme. 2. […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Psalm 23. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Psalm 23 God our shepherd. My Shepherd is the living Lord; Now shall my wants be well supplied; His providence and holy word Become my safety and my guide. In pastures where salvation grows He makes me feed, he makes me rest; […]
English Poetry. James Fisher. An Epistle to Mr. John Lapraik. Джеймс Фишер. Послание мистеру Джону Лапрейку
James Fisher (Джеймс Фишер) An Epistle to Mr. John Lapraik 1. As I my muse did gently straik, She in her noddle took a freak, An’ said, ’swith Sir, to John Lapraik A letter sen’; Out o’ her head to pit the creak, I tak […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Ode to Reflexion. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Ode to Reflexion ‘Twas when Nature’s darling child, Flora, fann’d by Zephyrs mild, The gorgeous canopy outspread O’er the sun’s declining head, Winding from the buz of day, Thus a bard attun’d his lay: Noblest gift to mortals given, Bright Reflexion! child […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Elegy, supposed to be written on a Waste near the Charter-house, London. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Elegy, supposed to be written on a Waste near the Charter-house, London Avaunt Indifference! with thy heedless air, And Levity! who tip-toe stands behind; For this rough waste of all but rank weeds bare, Speaks other language to a pensive mind. […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Morning. Noon. Evening. Night. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Morning. Noon. Evening. Night MORNING. The solemn scenery of night withdrawn, Faint, trembling, springs the harbinger of day; The blushing genius of the fragrant dawn, With glowing pencil streaks the orient way. The fen-born streams that hid fair Dian’s train, Disperse, […]
English Poetry. John Struthers. Dirge, to a Person who Lamented that no Monument had been erected on the Grave of Robert Burns. 1798. Джон Страдерз. Плач. Стихотворение, обращённое к тому, кто горько сожалеет, что на могиле Роберта Бернса всё ещё не возведён монумент. 1798
John Struthers (Джон Страдерз) Dirge, to a Person who Lamented that no Monument had been erected on the Grave of Robert Burns. 1798 Why sigh’st thou, my friend! for a monument great, To point where the poet fills, cold, the clay urn, Whom Nature profuse, in a peasant’s […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. Lux in Tenebris. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) Lux in Tenebris When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal, In Time’s deep chalice poured Life’s sacred wine, Flashed all the crystal cup with fire supernal; Then said they: “Shall the mortal be divine? Shall man usurp the ways the Gods […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Secret Key. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Secret Key There is a magic kingdom of strange powers, Thought-hidden, lit by other stars than ours; And, when a wanderer through its mazes brings Word of things seen, men say: “A poet sings.” Its gates are guarded in a sterile […]