English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. At a Grave. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) At a Grave As out of the dark the stars, Broke forth the heavenly bars Of passion strong, The wild bird’s song, Borne, wave on wave, From a branch above a grave. Mute heart, you, listening, heard The music of the […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Confidence. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Confidence Oppressed with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe: But I will not despair. With this polluted heart I dare to come to Thee, Holy and mighty as Thou art; For Thou wilt pardon me. […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Tears. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Tears Not in the time of pleasure Hope doth set her bow; But in the sky of sorrow, Over the vale of woe. Through gloom and shadow look we On beyond the years! The soul would have no rainbow Had the […]
English Poetry. Henry Constable. To the Blessed Sacrament. Генри Констебль.
Henry Constable (Генри Констебль) To the Blessed Sacrament WHEN thee (O holy sacrificed Lambe) In severed sygnes I whyte and liquide see, As on thy body slayne I thynke on thee, Which pale by sheddyng of thy bloode became. And when agayne I […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. To the River. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) To the River Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty- the unhidden heart- The playful maziness of art In old Alberto’s daughter; But when within thy wave she […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. The Divine Right of Kings. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) The Divine Right of Kings The only king by right divine Is Ellen King, and were she mine I’d strive for liberty no more, But hug the glorious chains I wore. Her bosom is an ivory throne, Where tyrant virtue reigns […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. Sancta Maria. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) Sancta Maria Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes - Upon the sinner’s sacrifice, Of fervent prayer and humble love, From thy holy throne above. At morn – at noon – at twilight dim - Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! In joy […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. Enigma. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) Enigma The noblest name in Allegory’s page, The hand that traced inexorable rage; A pleasing moralist whose page refined, Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind; A tender poet of a foreign tongue, (Indited in the language that he sung.) A bard […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. In Youth I have Known One. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) In Youth I have Known One How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature’s universal throne; Her woods – her winds – her mountains – the intense Reply of Hers to Our intelligence! I. In youth I have […]
English Poetry. Edgar Allan Poe. Dreams. Эдгар Аллан По.
Edgar Allan Poe (Эдгар Аллан По) Dreams Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ‘Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, […]
English Poetry. Bayard Taylor. Gettysburg Ode. Бейард Тейлор.
Bayard Taylor (Бейард Тейлор) Gettysburg Ode After the eyes that looked, the lips that spake Here, from the shadows of impending death, Those words of solemn breath, What voice may fitly break The silence, doubly hallowed, left by him? We can but bow the head, with eyes grown […]
English Poetry. Bayard Taylor. To M. T.. Бейард Тейлор.
Bayard Taylor (Бейард Тейлор) To M. T. THOUGH thy constant love I share, Yet its gift is rarer; In my youth I thought thee fair: Thou art older and fairer! Full of more than young delight Now day and night are; For the presence, then so […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. A Fragment. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) A Fragment ‘Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. Then whence this change, and why so oft Dost smooth thy hazel hair? And wherefore deck thy youthful form With such unwearied […]
English Poetry. Bayard Taylor. The Return of the Goddess. Бейард Тейлор.
Bayard Taylor (Бейард Тейлор) The Return of the Goddess Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn, And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way, But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn, She comes to me to-day. Does she forget the trysts we used to […]
English Poetry. William M’Vitie. An Epistle to David Crawford. Уильям Маквити. Послание Дэвиду Кроуфорду
William M’Vitie (Уильям Маквити) An Epistle to David Crawford When ither people jaw away About politics o’ the day, Or how the French an’ Austrian play Do oft rehearse, Accept frae me this faint essay, In rustic verse. I hail thee, poet frae the Tweed, Who now […]
English Poetry. William M’Vitie. Whisky. Уильям Маквити. Виски
William M’Vitie (Уильям Маквити) Whisky O Whisky! Whisky! pest and nuisance, Scotia ne’er thy like did ken – While ither liquors ruin thousands, Thou destroys thy thousands ten! * * * Caledonia, ancient nation, Lang renown’d has been thy name. Search in history, or tradition, Had […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The Wife of Flanders. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) The Wife of Flanders Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of hay your spur has scattered… This is not Paris. You have lost your way. You, staring at […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day’s first golden cup. In swift devouring ecstasy Each toil in turn was […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. Femina Contra Mundum. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) Femina Contra Mundum The sun was black with judgment, and the moon Blood: but between I saw a man stand, saying: ‘To me at least The grass is green. ‘There was no star that I forgot to fear With love and […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The Deluge. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) The Deluge Though giant rains put out the sun, Here stand I for a sign. Though earth be filled with waters dark, My cup is filled with wine. Tell to the trembling priests that here Under the deluge rod, One nameless, tattered, […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The Great Minimum. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) The Great Minimum It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, It is something to have watched when all men slept, And seen the stars which never see the sun. […]
English Poetry. Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The New Freethinker. Гилберт Кит Честертон.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон) The New Freethinker John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit upon the curate’s knee; (For so the eternal strife must rage Between the spirit of the age And Dogma, […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. Farewell the Bowl. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) Farewell the Bowl Farewell to the cup, we have tarried too long, Where the juice of the grape adds its witch’ry to song. And the thoughts that flow’d freely are sombre and dull, Our brains become heavy, farewell to the bowl, Farewell, farewell, farewell, […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Dreams. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Dreams While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes and pleasures of its own. Then I may cherish at my breast An infant’s form beloved and fair, May smile and soothe it […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. Away with Melancholy. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) * * * Away with melancholy, Let all our voices ring,— We’ve given up our folly, So merrily, merrily sing. Too long on land and ocean, We’ve served a tyrant king, Farewell perpetual motion! We merrily, merrily sing. Our heads that once […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. The Portrait. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) The Portrait Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, rest On the proud oak, in vernal honors drest, When sultry gales, that to his arms repair, Are cooled and freshened, while they linger there; Than when his fading robes are seared, and cast On […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. Economy of Slavery. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) Economy of Slavery “One mouth and one back to two hands,” is the law That the hand of his Maker has stamped upon man; But Slavery lays on God’s image her paw, And fixes him out on a different plan;— Two mouths and two […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. The Ballot. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) The Ballot A weapon that comes down as still As snowflakes fall upon the sod; But executes a freeman’s will, As lightning does the will of God. John Pierpont’s other poems: News-Carrier’s Address The Cold Water Army Evening Prayer for a […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. Come Sign the Vow!. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) Come Sign the Vow! Come, sign the Temperance pledge, Thou on life’s tottering edge, Come sign the vow! What though thy hair be gray, Languid thy pulses play, Give us thy parting day, Quick sign the vow. Manhood, with sinewy form, Breasting the […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. I Would Not Live Always. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) I Would Not Live Always I would not live always; I ask not to stay, Where I must bear the burden and heat of the day: Where my body is cut with the lash or the cord, And a hovel and hunger are all […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. We Conquer or Die. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) We Conquer or Die 1. The war drum is boasting prepare for the fight, The stern bigot Northman exults in his might, Gird on your bright weapons your foemen are nigh, And this bo our watchword, “We conquer or die;” And this is […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. Airs of Palestine. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) Airs of Palestine Summer’s dun cloud comes thundering up, and holds The rushing tempest in its gathering folds; The darkened world beneath it holds its breath, And, from its bosom, comes the voice of Death, Solemn and deep:—yet on that cloud we gaze With […]
English Poetry. John Pierpont. The Garden of Gethsemane. Джон Пирпонт.
John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) The Garden of Gethsemane O’er Kedron’s stream, and Salem’s height. And Olivet’s brown steep, Moves the majestic queen of night, And throws from heaven her silver light, And sees the world asleep. All but the children of distress, Of sorrow, grief, and care— […]
English Poetry. John Lapraik. Winter. Джон Лапрейк. Зима
John Lapraik (Джон Лапрейк) Winter STERN Winter comes, with threat’ning frown, Now it must have its place; The sun grows weak, and seems far spent, While frosts all growth deface. The verdant foliage of each tree Is stript and torn away, While Spring and Summer’s bloom we […]
English Poetry. Anne Brontë. A Prayer. Энн Бронте.
Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) A Prayer My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be Thine; My feeble faith still clings to Thee. Not only for the Past I grieve, The Future fills me with dismay; […]
English Poetry. John Lapraik. Harvest. Джон Лапрейк. Жатва
John Lapraik (Джон Лапрейк) Harvest GRAVE Autumn comes, with smiling face, And plenty in her lap, To crown the blessings of the year, And make each heart to leap. With joy we view the bearded grain Wave yellow o’er the land; And fields of barley, oats, and […]
English Poetry. John Lapraik. Summer. Джон Лапрейк. Лето
John Lapraik (Джон Лапрейк) Summer THOU joyful, pleasant Season, hail! Welcome thy shining ray! My heart feels transport and delight Throughout the lengthen’d day! To wintry storms and surly blasts Which Nature’s works do kill, And all their ghastly tribe of woes, I bid a glad […]
English Poetry. John Lapraik. Spring. Джон Лапрейк. Весна
John Lapraik (Джон Лапрейк) Spring THOU goddess of the blooming Spring Inspire my languid lays: Come, rouse me up from sloth and supine, And bid me found thy praise. The Winter’s freezing power is gone; The trees, with verdure green, And blooming flow’rs, all deck the plain, […]
English Poetry. John Lapraik. An Empty Pocket Easily Known. Джон Лапрейк. Стихи о том, как легко угадать, у кого в кормане пусто
John Lapraik (Джон Лапрейк) An Empty Pocket Easily Known 1. Man wi’ his pocket so conceited, He sympathises and ‘s affected; If emptiness is but suspected, ‘Tis plainly seen, He looks like one who’s much neglected, When’s pocket’s toom; 2. His spirits often rise and […]
English Poetry. John White Chadwick. His Mother’s Joy. Джон Уайт Чедвик.
John White Chadwick (Джон Уайт Чедвик) His Mother’s Joy LITTLE, I ween, did Mary guess, As on her arm her baby lay, What tides of joy would swell and beat, Through ages long, on Christmas day. And what if she had known it all,— The awful […]