English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Colour. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Colour (The following lines are partly original, partly remembered from a Wessex folk-rhyme) ‘What shall I bring you? Please will white do Best for your wearing The long day through?’ ‘ – White is for weddings, Weddings, weddings, White […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Leaving. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Leaving Knowing what it bore I watched the rain-smitten back of the car – (Brown-curtained, such as the old ones were) – When it started forth for a journey afar Into the sullen November air, And passed the glistening laurels and round […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Rake-Hell Muses. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Rake-Hell Muses Yes; since she knows not need, Nor walks in blindness, I may without unkindness This true thing tell: Which would be truth, indeed, Though worse in speaking, Were her poor footsteps seeking A pauper’s cell. I judge, then, better […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Drawing Details in an Old Church. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Drawing Details in an Old Church I hear the bell-rope sawing, And the oil-less axle grind, As I sit alone here drawing What some Gothic brain designed; And I catch the toll that follows From the lagging bell, Ere it spreads to hills […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In a London Flat. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In a London Flat I ‘You look like a widower,’ she said Through the folding-doors with a laugh from the bed, As he sat by the fire in the outer room, Reading late on a night of gloom, And a cab-hack’s wheeze, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Sun’s Last Look on the Country Girl. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Sun’s Last Look on the Country Girl (M.H.) The sun threw down a radiant spot On the face in the winding-sheet – The face it had lit when a babe’s in its cot; And the sun knew not, and the face […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Seven Times. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Seven Times The dark was thick. A boy he seemed at that time Who trotted by me with uncertain air; ‘I’ll tell my tale,’ he murmured, ‘for I fancy A friend goes there? . . .’ Then thus he told. ‘I […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Last Time. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Last Time The kiss had been given and taken, And gathered to many past: It never could reawaken; But I heard none say: ‘It’s the last!’ The clock showed the hour and the minute, But I did not turn and look: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 17. VVhy we must all dye. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 17. VVhy we must all dye IT being the law of Nations to restore What we have borrow’d, ther’s no remedy: But being engaged to a Creditor, Who will not lose his debt: we must needs dye: Nor can […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind OUr tongu’s the hearts interpreter, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 19. What is not vertuously acquired, if acquired by vs, is not properly ours. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 19. What is not vertuously acquired, if acquired by vs, is not properly ours WHos’ever by sinister meanes is come To places of preferment, and to walke Within the bounds of vertue takes no plea∣sure: Provideth onely titles for […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account LEt the discourse be serious, you impart, To the grave audience of judicious eares: Being either of the common-wealth, some art, Or science, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 6. To one, whom poverty was to be wished for, in so farre, as he could hardly otherwise be restrained from excessive ryot, and feasting. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 6. To one, whom poverty was to be wished for, in so farre, as he could hardly otherwise be restrained from excessive ryot, and feasting YOu should not be a whit the more dejected, That (as in former times) […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 41. Concerning those, who marry for beauty, and wealth without regard of vertue. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 41. Concerning those, who marry for beauty, and wealth without regard of vertue HOw can such wedded people lead their lives, With a respect unfainedly entire, Where husbands are not married to their wives: But money to the covetous […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 19. Ingratitude is such a common vice, that even those who exclame most against it, are not freest of it. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 19. Ingratitude is such a common vice, that even those who exclame most against it, are not freest of it IT would not be an universall cace, Nor could each man have so true cause to fall In rayling […]
English Poetry. Josiah Gilbert Holland. A Christmas Carol. Джозайя Гилберт Холланд.
Josiah Gilbert Holland (Джозайя Гилберт Холланд) A Christmas Carol There’s a song in the air! There’s a star in the sky! There’s a mother’s deep prayer And a baby’s low cry! And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a […]
English Poetry. Josiah Gilbert Holland. Daniel Gray. Джозайя Гилберт Холланд.
Josiah Gilbert Holland (Джозайя Гилберт Холланд) Daniel Gray IF I shall ever win the home in heaven For whose sweet rest I humbly hope and pray, In the great company of the forgiven I shall be sure to find old Daniel Gray. I knew him well; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Colour. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Colour (The following lines are partly original, partly remembered from a Wessex folk-rhyme) ‘What shall I bring you? Please will white do Best for your wearing The long day through?’ ‘ – White is for weddings, Weddings, weddings, White […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Leaving. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Leaving Knowing what it bore I watched the rain-smitten back of the car – (Brown-curtained, such as the old ones were) – When it started forth for a journey afar Into the sullen November air, And passed the glistening laurels and round […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Rake-Hell Muses. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Rake-Hell Muses Yes; since she knows not need, Nor walks in blindness, I may without unkindness This true thing tell: Which would be truth, indeed, Though worse in speaking, Were her poor footsteps seeking A pauper’s cell. I judge, then, better […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Glory. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Glory The glory of the beauty of the morning, - The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has found it, and the dove That tempts me on to something sweeter than love; White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Drawing Details in an Old Church. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Drawing Details in an Old Church I hear the bell-rope sawing, And the oil-less axle grind, As I sit alone here drawing What some Gothic brain designed; And I catch the toll that follows From the lagging bell, Ere it spreads to hills […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In a London Flat. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In a London Flat I ‘You look like a widower,’ she said Through the folding-doors with a laugh from the bed, As he sat by the fire in the outer room, Reading late on a night of gloom, And a cab-hack’s wheeze, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Sun’s Last Look on the Country Girl. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Sun’s Last Look on the Country Girl (M.H.) The sun threw down a radiant spot On the face in the winding-sheet – The face it had lit when a babe’s in its cot; And the sun knew not, and the face […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Seven Times. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Seven Times The dark was thick. A boy he seemed at that time Who trotted by me with uncertain air; ‘I’ll tell my tale,’ he murmured, ‘for I fancy A friend goes there? . . .’ Then thus he told. ‘I […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Last Time. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Last Time The kiss had been given and taken, And gathered to many past: It never could reawaken; But I heard none say: ‘It’s the last!’ The clock showed the hour and the minute, But I did not turn and look: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 17. VVhy we must all dye. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 17. VVhy we must all dye IT being the law of Nations to restore What we have borrow’d, ther’s no remedy: But being engaged to a Creditor, Who will not lose his debt: we must needs dye: Nor can […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind OUr tongu’s the hearts interpreter, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 19. What is not vertuously acquired, if acquired by vs, is not properly ours. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 19. What is not vertuously acquired, if acquired by vs, is not properly ours WHos’ever by sinister meanes is come To places of preferment, and to walke Within the bounds of vertue takes no plea∣sure: Provideth onely titles for […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account LEt the discourse be serious, you impart, To the grave audience of judicious eares: Being either of the common-wealth, some art, Or science, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 6. To one, whom poverty was to be wished for, in so farre, as he could hardly otherwise be restrained from excessive ryot, and feasting. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 6. To one, whom poverty was to be wished for, in so farre, as he could hardly otherwise be restrained from excessive ryot, and feasting YOu should not be a whit the more dejected, That (as in former times) […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Brothers. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) Brothers How lovely the elder brother’s Life all laced in the other’s, Lóve-laced!—what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When Shrovetide, two years gone, Our boys’ plays brought on Part was picked for John, Young Jóhn: then fear, then joy Ran […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 41. Concerning those, who marry for beauty, and wealth without regard of vertue. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 41. Concerning those, who marry for beauty, and wealth without regard of vertue HOw can such wedded people lead their lives, With a respect unfainedly entire, Where husbands are not married to their wives: But money to the covetous […]
English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 19. Ingratitude is such a common vice, that even those who exclame most against it, are not freest of it. Томас Эркарт.
Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 19. Ingratitude is such a common vice, that even those who exclame most against it, are not freest of it IT would not be an universall cace, Nor could each man have so true cause to fall In rayling […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 6. Lancer. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 6. Lancer I ’listed at home for a lancer, Oh who would not sleep with the brave? I ’listed at home for a lancer To ride on a horse to my grave. And over the seas we were […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 35. When First My Way to Fair I Took. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 35. When First My Way to Fair I Took When first my way to fair I took Few pence in purse had I, And long I used to stand and look At things I could not buy. Now […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 26. The Half-Moon Westers Low, My Love. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 26. The Half-Moon Westers Low, My Love The half-moon westers low, my love, And the wind brings up the rain; And wide apart lie we, my love, And seas between the twain. I know not if it rains, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of old Are with me from the past; And chiefly I remember How Dick would hate the cold. Fall, winter, fall; for […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 12. The Laws of God, the Laws of Man. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 12. The Laws of God, the Laws of Man The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me; And […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 2. As I Gird on for Fighting. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 2. As I Gird on for Fighting As I gird on for fighting My sword upon my thigh, I think on old ill fortunes Of better men than I. Think I, the round world over, What golden lads […]