English Poetry. James Maxwell. 4. 2d Answer. By another Hand. Джеймс Максвелл. 4. Второй ответ на стихотворение Роберта Бернса «В Стерлинге», составленный другим человеком
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 4. 2d Answer. By another Hand Too long, О В—, hast thou deceiv’d The world and fools thy lies believ’d. But now they see thy cursed aim, To blast a worthy Monarch’s fame. Thus dost thou thy false heart disclose, […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 3. 1st Answer to the Foregoing. By—— HAMILTON. Джеймс Максвелл. 3. Первый ответ на стихотворение Роберта Бернса «В Стерлинге», составленный Гамильтоном
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 3. 1st Answer to the Foregoing. By—— HAMILTON Thus wretches rail, whom sordid gain Has dragg’d in faction’s gilded chain. But can a mind which fame inspires, Where genius lights her brightest fires —– Can В —, disdaining truth and law, Faction’s envenom’d dagger […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 2. On the Ayr-shire Ploughman Poet, or Poetaster, R.B.. Джеймс Максвелл. 2. Об эйрширском пахаре-поэте, или рифмоплёте Р.Б.
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 2. On the Ayr-shire Ploughman Poet, or Poetaster, R.B. Of all British poets that yet have appear’d, None e’er at things sacred so daringly sneer’d, As he in the west, who but lately is sprung From behind the plough-tails, and from raking of dung. […]
English Poetry. James Maxwell. 1. ’Twas Thought of Late but Few Years Past…. Джеймс Максвелл. 1. А ведь ещё вчера считалось…
James Maxwell (Джеймс Максвелл) 1. ’Twas Thought of Late but Few Years Past… ’Twas thought of late but few years past, The Poets all had sung their last, Especially on British ground: Or that the Muses were asleep, And would perpetual silence keep. Nor once more chirp another […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Stanzas on Happiness. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Stanzas on Happiness Not to the camp, the court, or hoary cell, Is pure Felicity’s bright meed confin’d; Nor yet with wealth th’ brilliant deigns to dwell, Nor beat the billows round the gem refin’d: But where to man true estimation’s giv’n, […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Invocation to Fancy. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Invocation to Fancy Oh Thou! whose daedal hand can chear, Cimmerian vale, or cavern drear; Or clothe the sandy desart wide In all the gaudy summer’s pride; Or bid poetic shapes arise Spontaneous to thy formful eyes; Now let thy wonted influ’nce […]
English Poetry. James Shirley. To the Painter Preparing to Draw M.M.H.. Джеймс Шерли.
James Shirley (Джеймс Шерли) To the Painter Preparing to Draw M.M.H. Be not too forward, painter; ’tis More for thy fame, and art, to miss All other faces, than come near The Lady, that expecteth here. Be wise, and think it less disgrace To draw an angel, than […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Night. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Night I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes! And then a voice may meet my ear That death has silenced long ago; And hope and rapture […]
English Poetry. James Shirley. Victorious Men of Earth, No More. Джеймс Шерли. «Ты покорил морской простор…»
James Shirley (Джеймс Шерли) * * * (EXCEPT FROM “CUPID AND DEATH”) Victorious men of earth, no more Proclaim how wide your empires are; Though you bind-in every shore, And your triumphs reach as far As night or day, Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey And […]
English Poetry. James Shirley. The Fair Felon. Джеймс Шерли.
James Shirley (Джеймс Шерли) The Fair Felon In Love’s name you are charged hereby To make a speedy hue and cry, After a face, who t’other day, Came and stole my heart away; For your directions in brief These are best marks to know the thief: Her hair […]
English Poetry. James Shirley. Piping Peace. Джеймс Шерли. Мир, играющий на дудочке
James Shirley (Джеймс Шерли) Piping Peace You virgins that did late despair To keep your wealth from cruel men, Tie up in silk your careless hair: Soft peace is come again. Now lovers’ eyes may gently shoot A flame that will not kill; The drum was angry, […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Invocation to Melancholy. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Invocation to Melancholy Come sober Melancholy, come! Lead me to some impervious gloom. I love thy tresses, darkly brown, That flow thy ivory neck a-down; Far more than hers whose flying foot Wantons to the silver lute. With thee I’ll stray in […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Ode to Autumn. Уильям Гамильтон Рид.
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Ode to Autumn Eve of the year! now that the sister train Of gaudy Summer with the wanton Hours With lingering step retire Thy modest charms unfold. Thee, sober Nymph, the pensive Pleasures hail, And Leisure, roving midst thy teeming shores; […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Hint from Voiture. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Hint from Voiture Let Sol his annual journeys run, And when the radiant task is done, Confess, through all the globe, ‘twou’d pose him, To match the charms that Celia shows him. And should he boast he once had seen As just a […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Anacreontic. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Anacreontic ‘Twas in a cool Aonian glade, The wanton Cupid, spent with toil, Had sought refreshment from the shade, And stretch’d him on the mossy soil. A vagrant Muse drew nigh, and found The subtle traitor fast asleep; And is it thine to […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. In Memory of a Private Family in Worcestershire. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. In Memory of a Private Family in Worcestershire From a lone tower, with reverend ivy crown’d, The pealing bell awaked a tender sigh; Still, as the village caught the waving sound, A swelling tear distream’d from every eye. So droop’d, I ween, […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Cupid and Plutus. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Cupid and Plutus When Celia, love’s eternal foe, To rich old Gomez first was married; And angry Cupid came to know His shafts had err’d, his bow miscarried; He sigh’d, he wept, he hung his head, On the cold ground, full sad, he […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. The Attribute of Venus. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) The Attribute of Venus Yes; Fulvia is like Venus fair, Has all her bloom, and shape, and air; But still, to perfect every grace, She wants—the smile upon her face. The crown majestic Juno wore; And Cynthia’s brow the crescent bore; An helmet […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) * * * A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his knee. Turned he his thoughts to future times Or are they backward cast? For freedom is he pining now Or mourning […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. One Struggle More, and I Am Free. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Решусь – пора освободиться
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) * * * One struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain; One last long sigh to love and thee, Then back to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now With things that […]
English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. From the Arabic, an Imitation. Перси Биши Шелли.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли) From the Arabic, an Imitation MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love. Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest’s flight, Bore thee […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. Monody on the Death of Robert Burns. Уильям Гамильтон Рид. Монодия на смерть Роберта Бернса
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Monody on the Death of Robert Burns 1. Melpomene, thou mournfu’ muse, Dinna to aid me now refuse, My paper mony a tear bedews, My heart’s like lead, Now while I write the waefu’ news, That Robin’s dead. 2. […]
English Poetry. William Hamilton Reid. An Elegy to the Memory of Mr. Robert Burns, the Celebrated Scots Poet. Уильям Гамильтон Рид. Элегия в память о мистере Роберте Бернсе, прославленном шотландском поэте
William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) An Elegy to the Memory of Mr. Robert Burns, the Celebrated Scots Poet As late I walk’d beneath the moon’s pale rays, Accusing fortune of my scanty share, How I had spent – mispent, my youthful days, To gain the favour […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. On receiving a Shock from an Electric Machine, when Author was troubled with Pains. Дэвид Кроуфорд. На получение разряда от электрической машины, после которого Автор, мучимый болями, почувстовал облегчение
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) On receiving a Shock from an Electric Machine, when Author was troubled with Pains Master o’ med’cine, Robie Scott, Ye see I hae not yet forgot, How I maist lap out o, my coat, Whan your machine Cust fire upo’, me like a shot, […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. A Letter sent to a Gentleman, who had advised the Author to be a Volunteer, but was rejected on account of Age. Дэвид Кроуфорд. Письмо, отправленное джентльмену, который посоветовал автору пойти добровольцем на военную службу
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) A Letter sent to a Gentleman, who had advised the Author to be a Volunteer, but was rejected on account of Age Dear Sir, last night I gave a call As was propos’d at Merchants-hall When Gol’nel Crichton knew my age, […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. Verses on the Edinburgh Volunteers Receiving their Colours, September 26, 1794. Дэвид Кроуфорд. Стихи, написанные в честь Эдинбургских Волонтёров в день получения боевого знамени 26 сентября 1794 года
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) Verses on the Edinburgh Volunteers Receiving their Colours, September 26, 1794 While some for fame, and some for fun, In high-style words mak speeches run, I’ll, like my gude auld mother’s son, A story tell, To praise the lads who sword or gun Do […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Soldier’s Welcome Home. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Soldier’s Welcome Home (Written upon the return of General Scott from his brilliant Mexican campaign.) Victorious the hero returns from the wars, His brow bound with laurels that never will fade, While streams the free standard of stripes […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Lady оf England. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Lady оf England Lady of England–o’er the seas Thy name was borne on every breeze, Till all this sunset clime became Familiar with Victoria’s name. Though seas divide us many miles, Yet, for the Queen of those fair isles, Which gave […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Boat-Song. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Boat-Song Pull away merrily–over the waters! Bend to your oars for the wood-tangled shore; We’re off and afloat with earth’s loveliest daughters, Worth all the argosies wave ever bore. Pull away gallantly–pull away valiantly– Pull with a swoop, boys; and pull for […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. King Cotton. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) King Cotton Old Cotton is king, boys–aha! With his locks so fleecy and white! He shines among kings like a star! And his is the sceptre of right, Boys, of right, And his is the sceptre of right! Old Cotton, the […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day. Энн Бронте. Строки, сложенные в лесу в ветреный день
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas. […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Origin of Yankee Doodle. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Origin of Yankee Doodle Once in a time old Johnny Bull Flew in a raging fury, And swore that Jonathan should have No trials, sir, by jury; That no elections should be held Across the briny waters: “And now,” said he, […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. We Were Boys Together. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) * * * (Music by Russell) We were boys together, And never can forget The school-house near the heather, In childhood where we met; The humble home to memory dear, Its sorrows and its joys; Where woke the transient smile or […]
English Poetry. Thomas Shadwell. Your Awful Voice. Томас Шедвелл.
Thomas Shadwell (Томас Шедвелл) Your Awful Voice Your awful voice I hear and I obey, Brother to Jove and monarch of the sea. Come down, my blusterers, swell no more, Your stormy rage give o’er. To your prisons below, Down you must go. In hollow rocks your […]
English Poetry. Thomas Shadwell. Nymphs and Shepherds. Томас Шедвелл.
Thomas Shadwell (Томас Шедвелл) Nymphs and Shepherds Nymphs and shepherds, come away. In the groves let’s sport and play, For this is Flora’s holiday, Sacred to ease and happy love, To dancing, to music and to poetry; Your flocks may now securely rove Whilst you express your jollity. […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. Ode the Recovery of His Majesty from His Late Illness, in the Year 1789. Дэвид Кроуфорд. Ода на выздоровление Его Величества после недавней болезни. 1789
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) Ode the Recovery of His Majesty from His Late Illness, in the Year 1789 I. In songs of praise, Ye Britons raise Your voices, bless heav’n’s sovereign Lord, Who from disease, To health and ease, Our much lov’d […]
English Poetry. David Crawford. An Answer to Will. M’Vitie. Дэвид Кроуфорд. Ответ Уильяму Маквити
David Crawford (Дэвид Кроуфорд) An Answer to Will. M’Vitie Warm-hearted Willy, I declare A friend like you is unca rare, I’m sure I henna miss’d my share O’ gude advices, Forby a weel-far’d pithy pray’r, That truly nice is. Lad, I can eithly understand, Wad some bra […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Evening Songs. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Evening Songs I THE BIRDS have hid, the winds are low, The brake is awake, the grass aglow: The bat is the rover, No bee on the clover, The day is over, And evening come. The heavy beetle spreads […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. The Pilgrims. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) The Pilgrims “WHITHER, pilgrims, whither bound, Passing slowly with no sound?” One by one they journey by, Gliding, gliding silently; Slowly, slowly, dim and gray, Hold they on their ghostly way. “Hither, children, making May Of the solemn autumn day, Who […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Look up. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Look up ENOUGH of sweet and fair Hovers for hope to see; Enough for hope is the summer air, The song in the summer tree. Fair things in plenty spread, They fill faith’s quiet eye; The heart that hungers and is […]