English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 11. That those employ not their occasions well, who spend the most part of their life in providing for the Instruments of living. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 11. That those employ not their occasions well, who spend the most part of their life in providing for the Instruments of living SOme wasting all their life with paine, and sorrow, To seeke the meanes of life no […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 42. The deserved mutability in the condition of too ambitious men. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 42. The deserved mutability in the condition of too ambitious men AS is the Tortoise used by the Eagle: So fortune doth vaine-glorious men inveagle; Who carries them upon the wings of honour The higher up, that they may […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 32. Our inclination is so depraved, that it is apt enough of it selfe to runne to sin, with∣out any instigation, whereby to drive it forward. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 32. Our inclination is so depraved, that it is apt enough of it selfe to runne to sin, with∣out any instigation, whereby to drive it forward OUr mind’s so prone to vice, it needs a bridle To hold it […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. Eyes and Tears. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) Eyes and Tears How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view’d the object vain, They might be ready to complain. And since the Self-deluding Sight, In a false Angle takes each hight; These Tears which […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 17. How generous a thing it is, not to succumbe to pleasure, and sensualitie. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 17. How generous a thing it is, not to succumbe to pleasure, and sensualitie NO great exploit can be expected from That man, who being profoundly plung’d in his Owne sense, permits himselfe to be o’rcome B’ a foe […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 8. What sort of benefits one ought to bestow. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 8. What sort of benefits one ought to bestow VVOuld you oblige to you a friend, by giving, Most cheerfully your favours to acquite: Give that, which gives content in the receiving: And when it is received yeelds delight; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 32. That if we strove not more for superfluities, then for what is needfull, we would not be so much troubled, is wee are. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 32. That if we strove not more for superfluities, then for what is needfull, we would not be so much troubled, is wee are IF by the necessary use of things, The ornaments wee measure of our honour, And […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 23. A counsell not to vse severity, where gentle dealing may prevaile. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 23. A counsell not to vse severity, where gentle dealing may prevaile STrive, never by constraint to crosse his will, Whose best affection fairely may be had; The noble mind of man being such, as still Follow’s more heartily, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 13. Who is not satisfied with his owne fortune, how great soever it be, is miserable. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 13. Кто недоволен своей судьбой, сколь бы великой она не была, тот несчастен
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 13. Who is not satisfied with his owne fortune, how great soever it be, is miserable THough the Septemvirat of Dutch Electors Inaugurat him Caesar: and each one Extoll his valour above that of Hectors: In wit, and wealth […]
English Poetry. Adam Skirving. Johnnie Cope. Aдам Скирвинг. Джонни Коп
Adam Skirving (Aдам Скирвинг) Johnnie Cope Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar Sayin “Charlie meet me an’ ye daur An’ I’ll learn ye the airt o’ war If ye’ll meet me in the morning.” Chorus O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin’ yet? Or are your […]
English Poetry. Thomas Campbell. To a Young Lady, Who Asked Him to Write Something Original for Her Album. Томас Кэмпбелл. В альбом молодой леди, которая попросила сочинить для неё несколько строк, «породив» нечто оригинальное и «впервые»
Thomas Campbell (Томас Кэмпбелл) To a Young Lady, Who Asked Him to Write Something Original for Her Album An original something, dear maid, you would win me To write – but how shall I begin? For I fear I have nothing original in me – Excepting Original Sin. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Any Little Old Song. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * Any little old song Will do for me, Tell it of joys gone long, Or joys to be, Or friendly faces best Loved to see. Newest themes I want not On subtle strings, And for thrillings pant not That […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Bird-Scene at a Rural Dwelling. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Bird-Scene at a Rural Dwelling When the inmate stirs, the birds retire discreetly From the window-ledge, whereon they whistled sweetly And on the step of the door, In the misty morning hoar; But now the dweller is up they flee To the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Surview. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Surview ‘Cogitavi vias meas’ A cry from the green-grained sticks of the fire Made me gaze where it seemed to be: ’Twas my own voice talking therefrom to me On how I had walked when my sun was higher – My heart […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav’d so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter’d stands In Feet ; and manacled in Hands. Here blinded with an Eye ; and there Deaf […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. After Reading Psalms XXXIX, XL, etc. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) After Reading Psalms XXXIX, XL, etc Simple was I and was young; Kept no gallant tryst, I; Even from good words held my tongue, Quoniam Tu fecisti! Through my youth I stirred me not, High adventure missed I, Left the shining shrines […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. An Ancient to Ancients. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) An Ancient to Ancients Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have fed upon The doors. Yea, sprightlier times were then Than now, with harps and tabrets gone, Gentlemen! Where […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Epitaph. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Epitaph I never cared for Life: Life cared for me, And hence I owed it some fidelity. It now says, ‘Cease; at length thou hast learnt to grind Sufficient toll for an unwilling mind, And I dismiss thee – not without regard That […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 42. An encouragement to those of meane Parentage, not to be hindered by the Obscurity of their ex∣traction, from the undertaking of glo∣rious enterprises. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 42. An encouragement to those of meane Parentage, not to be hindered by the Obscurity of their ex∣traction, from the undertaking of glo∣rious enterprises THe baser, that your Parents are, the greater Renowne, and honour will to you redound; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 35. To a Gentleman, who was extreamly offen∣ded at the defamatory speeches of a base detractor. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 35. To a Gentleman, who was extreamly offen∣ded at the defamatory speeches of a base detractor AT his reproachfull words doe not conceive The meanest grudge; for curs will still be barking Page 55 Nor take you notice of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 27. We should not be sorry, to be destitute of any thing: so long as we have judgments to perswade vs, that we may minister to our selves, what we have not, by not longing for it. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 27. We should not be sorry, to be destitute of any thing: so long as we have judgments to perswade vs, that we may minister to our selves, what we have not, by not longing for it TO want, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 22. A Counsell to be provident, and circumspect in all our actions, without either cowardise, or temeritie. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 22. A Counsell to be provident, and circumspect in all our actions, without either cowardise, or temeritie DOe nothing tim’rously, and yet b’aware, You be not rash: let prudence therefore guard Your words, and deeds; for he needs not […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 16. That the most of our contentment, while we are upon the earth, consisteth rather in Negatives, as not to be perplexed with ment all perturbations, outward diseases, and other such like life-tormen∣ting crosses, then in the reall fruition of any positive delight, that can befall vs. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 16. That the most of our contentment, while we are upon the earth, consisteth rather in Negatives, as not to be perplexed with ment all perturbations, outward diseases, and other such like life-tormen∣ting crosses, then in the reall fruition […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 6. That overweening impedeth oftentimes the per∣fectioning of the very same qualitie, wee are proudest of. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 6. That overweening impedeth oftentimes the per∣fectioning of the very same qualitie, wee are proudest of FOnd selfe-conceit likes never to permit Ones mind, to see it selfe with upright eyes; Whence many men might have attain’d to wit, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 40. Who really are rich, and who poore. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 40. Who really are rich, and who poore HE, that agreeth with his povertie, Is truly rich: while (on the other part) He’s poore, who ‘midst the superfluitie Of wealth, in new desires consumes his heart; For ’tis an […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. To His Coy Mistress. Эндрю Марвелл. К стыдливой возлюбленной
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) To His Coy Mistress Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long Loves Day. Thou by the Indian Ganges side. Should’st Rubies find: I by […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 37. To a generously disposed Gentleman, who was maine sorrie, that he had not wherewith to remunerat the favours, by the which he was obliged to the curtesie of a friend. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 37. To a generously disposed Gentleman, who was maine sorrie, that he had not wherewith to remunerat the favours, by the which he was obliged to the curtesie of a friend YOu have restor’d his kindnesse, if you owe […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 27. The bad returnes of ingrate men should not deterre us from being liberall. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 27. The bad returnes of ingrate men should not deterre us from being liberall THough you ingrate receivers dayly find, Let not their faults make you lesse Noble prove; It not being, th’action of a gen’rous mind To give […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 12. That the most solid gaine of any, is in the action of ver∣tue, all other emoluments, how lucrative they so ever appeare to the covetous mind, being the chiefest precipitating pushes of humane frailty to an inevitable losse. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 12. That the most solid gaine of any, is in the action of ver∣tue, all other emoluments, how lucrative they so ever appeare to the covetous mind, being the chiefest precipitating pushes of humane frailty to an inevitable losse […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 2. Those that have greatest estates are not alwayes the wealthiest men. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 2. Those that have greatest estates are not alwayes the wealthiest men THey’re richer, who diminish their desires: Though their possessions be not amplified, Then Monarchs: who in owning large Empires, Have minds, that never will be satisfied; For […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 38. How Fortune oftentimes most praeposterously pond’ring the aections of men, with a great deale of injustice bestoweth her favours. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 38. How Fortune oftentimes most praeposterously pond’ring the aections of men, with a great deale of injustice bestoweth her favours FOrtune with wealth, and honour at her feet: And holding in her hand a ballance, sits Weighing human desert, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 30. That wise men, to speak properly, are the most powerfull men in the world. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 30. That wise men, to speak properly, are the most powerfull men in the world THe greatest power is to wise men due: The pow’r of all men else to theirs being nought; For wise men onely, what they […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 18. Not time, but our actions, are the true measure of our life. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 18. Not time, but our actions, are the true measure of our life THat life is short, which measur’d by the span Of time hath been of vertuous actions scant: And one day’s longer in a learned man, Then […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 5. The wise, and noble resolution of a truly couragious, and devout spirit, towards the absolute danting of those irregular affections, and inward perturbations, which readily might happen to impede the current of his sanctified designes: and oppose his already ini∣tiated progresse, in the divinely proposed course of a vertuous, and holy life. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 5. The wise, and noble resolution of a truly couragious, and devout spirit, towards the absolute danting of those irregular affections, and inward perturbations, which readily might happen to impede the current of his sanctified designes: and oppose his […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Hurrahing in Harvest. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) Hurrahing in Harvest Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies? I walk, I lift […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Felix Randal. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) Felix Randal Felix Randal the farrier, he is dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it and some Fatal four disorders, fleshed there, all contended? […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. But These Things Also. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) * * * But these things also are Spring’s - On banks by the roadside the grass Long-dead that is greyer now Than all the Winter it was; The shell of a little snail bleached In the grass; chip of flint, and mite […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Harry Ploughman. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) Harry Ploughman Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank Rope-over thigh; knee-nave; and barrelled shank— Head and foot, shoulder and shank— By a grey eye’s heed steered well, one […]
English Poetry. Alexander («Saunders») Tait. Illumination of Tarbolton on the Recovery of His Majesty [George III]. Александр («Сондерс») Тейт. Иллюминация в Тарболтоне по случаю выздоровления его величества короля Георга III
Alexander («Saunders») Tait (Александр («Сондерс») Тейт) Illumination of Tarbolton on the Recovery of His Majesty [George III] My voice I’ll raise and sing the praise Of Hugh Montgomerie; May he hae mony merry days In bonnie Skelmorlie. He drums gart sound Tarbolton round, His fanners to invite; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 11. How to be alwayes in repose. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 11. Как нужно вести себя, чтобы сохранить вегдашнее спокойствие
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 11. How to be alwayes in repose So that desire, and feare may never jarre Within your soule: no losse of meanes, nor ryot Of cruell foes, no sicknesse, harme by Warre, Nor chance whats’ever will […]