English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 16. How a man should oppose adversitie. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 16. How a man should oppose adversitie GAinst misadventure being resolv’d to fight, My mind shall be the bow, whence J’l apace Shoot back the arrows, Fortune out of spight, Assaults me with; and breake them in her face: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 25. Vertue, and goodnesse are very much opposed by the selfe-conceit, that many men have of their owne sufficiencie. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 25. Vertue, and goodnesse are very much opposed by the selfe-conceit, that many men have of their owne sufficiencie THer’s nothing hinders vertue more, then the Opinion of our owne perfection; For none endeavours to doe that, which hee […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 40. The duty of a husband to his wife. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 40. The duty of a husband to his wife THough he be head, he must not tyrannize Over his mate in sacred bonds of Mariage; For in the head the wit, and judgement is: And therefore he, with a […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 35. Wherein true Wealth consists. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 35. Wherein true Wealth consists VVHo’s truly rich, we ought not to esteeme By Lands, nor goods, but by the mind; the title Of a poore man, being farre more due to him, That covets much, then that possesseth […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 4. How abject a thing it is, for a man to have bin long in the world without giving any proofe either by vertue, or learning, that he hath beene at all. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 4. How abject a thing it is, for a man to have bin long in the world without giving any proofe either by vertue, or learning, that he hath beene at all THat aged man, we should (without all […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 10. That a contented man is rich, how litle wealth soever he have. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 10. That a contented man is rich, how litle wealth soever he have HE’s rich who craving nothing else, doth find Content in the possession of his owne; For in so much as doth concerne the mind: Not to […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 18. That we ought not to be sorie at the losse of worldly goods. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 18. That we ought not to be sorie at the losse of worldly goods THose things, which are to us by fortune lent, We Should sequestrat, and to such a place, Page 27 From whence she may, without our […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Owl. Эдвард Томас. Сова
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Owl DOWNHILL I came, hungry, and yet not starved, Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof Against the north wind; tired, yet so that rest Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof. Then at the inn I had food, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 28. That riches is a sicknesse to those, that doe not possesse the good thereof, so much as they are possest thereby. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 28. That riches is a sicknesse to those, that doe not possesse the good thereof, so much as they are possest thereby Some peoples senses wealth doth so bereave, That they to nothingelse their minds can frame: So have […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 34. The misery of such, as are doubtfull, and suspi∣cious of their VVives chastitie. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 34. The misery of such, as are doubtfull, and suspi∣cious of their VVives chastitie CLose Jealous men make not so evident In any thing the madnesse of their braines: Page 33 As that, the more that they are diligent, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 2. That no man, to speake properly, liveth, but he, that is Wise, and vertuous. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 2. That no man, to speake properly, liveth, but he, that is Wise, and vertuous IF wee lacke vertue, and good deeds to hold Our life 〈…〉 True life affords not though it make us old; Nor lived he […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 39. One, who did extreamly regret, his bestowing of a great benefit vpon an ingrate man. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 39. One, who did extreamly regret, his bestowing of a great benefit vpon an ingrate man BY giving moneyes to a thanklesse man, You lost the matter of your benefit: Page 57 But the best part thereof doth still […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 9. That a courtesie ought to be conferred soone, and with a good will. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 9. That a courtesie ought to be conferred soone, and with a good will NO man will from his heart owe that, which was Extorted by meere importunity, Without regard of true desert; because It seemes to have beene […]
English Poetry. David Sillar. Money Makes the Mare to Go. Дэвид Силлар. За так – и лошадь не побежит
David Sillar (Дэвид Силлар) Money Makes the Mare to Go Tune, Colonel Montgomery’s Strathspey. I. Were I, wha am not o’ the class, At liberty to wale a jo, I’d choose a rich an’ wealthy lass Since money makes the mare to go. CHORUS I’ve […]
English Poetry. David Sillar. Epistle to J**N G****E, a Famous Theologist and Astronomer. Дэвид Силлар. Послание Джону Гауди, знаменитому богослову и астроному
David Sillar (Дэвид Силлар) Epistle to J**N G****E, a Famous Theologist and Astronomer O thou far fam’d Heresiarch, What tempted you tae try sic wark? Against the L – d’s ain fock ye bark, An’ sae they ’ve curst you, ’Cause, Raven-like, you fled the Ark Wherein […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 32. That all our life, is but a continuall course, and vicissitude of sinning, and being sorry for sinne. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 32. That all our life, is but a continuall course, and vicissitude of sinning, and being sorry for sinne WE sinne with joy: and having fin’d, we mourn, Then kindle, after teares, new sinfull fires; There being a turne […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 15. To one, who was excessively cheerefull, for being recovered of a Fever, wherewith he had beene for a time extreame sorely sha∣ken. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 15. To one, who was excessively cheerefull, for being recovered of a Fever, wherewith he had beene for a time extreame sorely sha∣ken THat to your health you are restored, you May in some sort be joyfull: and yet […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 31. As it was a precept of antiquity, to leane more to vertue, then parentage: so is it a tenet of christianity, to repose more trust on the blood of christ, then our owne merits. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 31. As it was a precept of antiquity, to leane more to vertue, then parentage: so is it a tenet of christianity, to repose more trust on the blood of christ, then our owne merits VErtue, not blood was […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. A Cat. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) A Cat She had a name among the children; But no one loved though someone owned Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime And had her kittens duly drowned. In Spring, nevertheless, this cat Ate blackbirds, thrushes, nightingales, And birds of bright […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 2. That those of a solid wit, cannot be puffed vp with applause; nor incensed by contumelie. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 2. Те, у кого крепкий ум, не задирают нос от похвал и не лезут на стенку от хулы
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 2. That those of a solid wit, cannot be puffed vp with applause; nor incensed by contumelie What vulgar people speake (if we be wise) Will neither joy, nor miscontentment breed us; For we ought mens opinions […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 22. Why covetous, and too ambitious men prove not so thankfull, as others for received favours. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 22. Why covetous, and too ambitious men prove not so thankfull, as others for received favours WHose mind with pride, and avarice doth flow, Remember seldome of a courtesie, So well, as humbler spirits doe; for who Lean’s most […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 28. An encouragement to an impatient man in an Ague. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 28. An encouragement to an impatient man in an Ague WHy should you in your sicknesse thus enrage; Seeing patience doth a gen’rous mind befit? You may be sure, it will not last an Age; For if it leave […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life VVHo hath of conscience a profound remorse For sins committed: and to keepe his senses Page 14 From all sinister practice, doth divorce His thoughts from their accustomed offences, Is […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 37. A counsell to one oppressed with bondage, and cruell disasters. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 37. A counsell to one oppressed with bondage, and cruell disasters VVHats’ever be your fortune, let your deeds With your affection alwayes jump; for by Desiring to doe that, which you must needs: You’l blunt the sharpnesse of necessity: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 1. No crosse adventure should hinder vs from being good; though we be frustrate of the reward thereof. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 1. No crosse adventure should hinder vs from being good; though we be frustrate of the reward thereof BY any meanes, with all your might endeavour For honesty, whats’ever be th’event: Although sinister fortune should dissever Vertue from honour, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 15. To a certain lady of a most exquisit feature, and comely presentation: but who gloried too much in the deceitfull excellencie of these fading, and perishable qualities. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 15. To a certain lady of a most exquisit feature, and comely presentation: but who gloried too much in the deceitfull excellencie of these fading, and perishable qualities THough you be very handsome, doe but stay A litle while, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 26. Consolation to a poore man. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 26. Consolation to a poore man THat you are poore, it should not much disheart you; For povertie securely keepes your house From theeves, & Robbers: and makes roome to vertue, By banishing of pride, and the abuse Of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 38. The truest wealth, man hath it from himselfe. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 38. The truest wealth, man hath it from himselfe IF you from discontents have a desire To live exeem’d, the way is ne’r t’importune Page 35 Your friends with suits: but alwaies to require Your riches from your selfe: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 41. To one, who was grieved within himselfe, that he was not endewed with such force, and vi∣gour of body, as many others were. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 41. To one, who was grieved within himselfe, that he was not endewed with such force, and vi∣gour of body, as many others were THough you be not so strong, as other men, Jf you have health, the matter […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Aspens. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Aspens All day and night, save winter, every weather, Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, The aspens at the cross-roads talk together Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top. Out of the blacksmith’s cavern comes the ringing Of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 29. How magnanimous a thing it is, in adversity, patiently to endure, what cannot bee evited. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 29. How magnanimous a thing it is, in adversity, patiently to endure, what cannot bee evited VVHat grievous weight so ever be allowed By misadventrous fate, wherewith to load ye, Page 52 Shrinke not thereat, but yeeld your shoulder […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 21. To one, who did confide too much in the sound temperament, and goodly constitution of his bodily complexion. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 21. To one, who did confide too much in the sound temperament, and goodly constitution of his bodily complexion Boast not of outward health: but have a care Your soule be not distemperd; for we find The case of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 12. An vprightly zealous, and truly devout man is strong enough against all temptations. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 12. An vprightly zealous, and truly devout man is strong enough against all temptations THat man, in whom the grace of God begins, His soule with divine comfort to refresh, May the whole heptarchie of deadly sins, In spight […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 5. A certaine ancient philosopher did hereby insi∣nuate, how necessary a thing the administrati∣on of iustice was: and to be alwaies vigilant in the judicious di∣stribution of punishment, and recompence. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 5. A certaine ancient philosopher did hereby insi∣nuate, how necessary a thing the administrati∣on of iustice was: and to be alwaies vigilant in the judicious di∣stribution of punishment, and recompence SEeing by the multitude of those offend, The shame […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 25. That too much bewailing, and griefe is to be avoided at Funerals, to one lamenting the decease of a friend. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 25. That too much bewailing, and griefe is to be avoided at Funerals, to one lamenting the decease of a friend IT were more fit, that you relinquish’d orrow, Then that you should be left by it; that may, […]
English Poetry. David Sillar. Whisky. Дэвид Силлар. Виски
David Sillar (Дэвид Силлар) Whisky Soon as the potion works their human count’nance Th’ express resemblance of the gods, is chang’d Into some brutish form of Wolf or Bear; And they, so perfect is their misery, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement. But boast themselves more comely than […]
English Poetry. David Sillar. Song IV. Дэвид Силлар. Песня, сочинённая ко дню рождения короля Георга III 4-го июня 1787 года
David Sillar (Дэвид Силлар) Song IV Composed for June 4th, 1787. Tune, The Lilies of France. I. Let Britons rejoice in the prospect of peace, When freedom shall reign, and oppression shall cease: When tyrants their pow’r shall be forc’d to lay down, And liberty smile […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. We’ll to the Woods No More. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. We’ll to the Woods No More We’ll to the woods no more, The laurels all are cut, The bowers are bare of bay That once the Muses wore; The year draws in the day And soon will evening shut: […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 29. Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 29. Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder Wake not for the world-heard thunder Not the chime that earthquakes toll. Star may plot in heaven with planet, Lightning rive the rock of granite, Tempest tread the oakwood under: Fear you […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 24. Epithalamium. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 24. Epithalamium He is here, Urania’s son, Hymen come from Helicon; God that glads the lover’s heart, He is here to join and part. So the groomsman quits your side And the bridegroom seeks the bride: Friend and comrade […]