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English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. An Epitaph, on a Favourite Lap-Dog. Томас Блэклок. Эпитафия на могилу любимой комнатной собачки

Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) An Epitaph, on a Favourite Lap-Dog I never bark’d when out of season; I never bit without a reason; I ne’er insulted weaker brother; Nor wrong’d by force nor fraud another. Though brutes are plac’d a rank below, Happy […]

English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. On Punch. Томас Блэклок. Панч

Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) On Punch An Epigram Hence! restless care, and low design; Hence! foreign compliments and wine: Let gen’rous Britons, brave and free, Still boast their Punch and honesty. Life is a bumper fill’d by fate, And we the guests who share the treat; Where […]

English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Moonless Darkness Stands Between. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) * * * Moonless darkness stands between. Past, the Past, no more be seen! But the Bethlehem-star may lead me To the sight of Him Who freed me From the self that I have been. Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy; […]

English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. To a Gentleman, Who Asked My Sentiments of Him. Томас Блэклок. Джентльмену, который спросил, как я к нему отношусь

Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) To a Gentleman, Who Asked My Sentiments of Him An Epigram Dear Fabius! me if well you know, You ne’er will take me for your foe; If right yourself you comprehend, You ne’er will take me for your friend. Перевод […]

English Poetry. Thomas Blacklock. A Letter from Thomas Blacklock to the Author, Respecting Burns. Томас Блэклок. Письмо Томаса Блэклока Автору, который ценит Бернса

Thomas Blacklock (Томас Блэклок) A Letter from Thomas Blacklock to the Author, Respecting Burns Dear madam, hear a suppliant’s pray’r, And on our bard your censure spare, Whase bluntness slights ilk trivial care Of mock decorum: Since for a bard its unko rare To look before him. […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 8. What man it is, that is truly wealthie. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 8. Что у человека есть, то и состовляет его истинное богатство

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 8. What man it is, that is truly wealthie Who measures poverty by Natures rules, And frames his mind to what he hath, is rich; For we can never doe, but vexe our soules, So long’s […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 34. It is the safest course to entertaine poverty in our greatest riches. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 34. It is the safest course to entertaine poverty in our greatest riches YOur thoughts in greatest plentie moderate, Lest with superfluous things you be insnared: Let poverty be your familiar Mate, That Fortune may not find you unprepared; […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 28. That vertue is better, and more powerfull then Fortune. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 28. That vertue is better, and more powerfull then Fortune VErtue denyeth nought, but what to grant Hurts the receiver, and is good to want: Nor takes she ought away, which would not crosse The owner: and is lucrative […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune A Fly, which is a despicable creature Obtaines, beside her wings, six feet from Nature: Yet foure feet onely, she is pleas’d to grant To the huge body of an Elephant: So […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 10. The best wits, once depraved, become the most impious. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 10. The best wits, once depraved, become the most impious THe whitest Lawne receives the deepest moale: The purest Chrysolit is soonest stained: So without grace, the most ingenious soule, Is with the greatest wickednesse profaned: And the more […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty LEt never want of money vexe your braine; Seeing all contentment is in th’only mind, To the which mony doth no more pertaine, Then to the Hierarchies […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand TO wait for crosses, that may happen, is The meane▪ whereby to beare them easily; They not being much unlike the Cockatrice, Which, if fore-seene by us, dyes instantly: […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 36. The different fruits of idlenesse, and vertue in young men. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 36. The different fruits of idlenesse, and vertue in young men AS singing Grashoppers, a fond Youth revels In Summer blinks: & starves when tempests rage: But wise men (Pismire like) enjoy the travels Of their young yeares, in […]

English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. God’s Grandeur. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) God’s Grandeur The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 21. Death maketh us all alike in so farre, as her power can reach. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 21. Death maketh us all alike in so farre, as her power can reach ‘MOngst all the rites, that Nature can pretend In Justice, this is chiefest, and a sequell, Which doth on Mortall principles depend: That drawing neare […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 33. That there is no true riches, but of necessary things. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 33. That there is no true riches, but of necessary things THe use of mony, is to have the meanes, Whereby all needfull things may be possess’d, Which are, but few, and small, & got with ease: What we […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 9. To one, who did glory too much in the faire, and durable fabrick of a gorgious Palace, which he had caused lately to be built. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 9. To one, who did glory too much in the faire, and durable fabrick of a gorgious Palace, which he had caused lately to be built BOast never of the permanence of that, Which neither can prolong your dayes, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 44. To one, who was heavily cast downe in Spirit, by rea∣son of some scandalous speeches, blased forth to his disadvantage. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 44. To one, who was heavily cast downe in Spirit, by rea∣son of some scandalous speeches, blased forth to his disadvantage BE not discouraged at calumnies, Which are not (at the worst) but loads of wind; And therefore, with […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 31. To a rich man, become poore. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 31. To a rich man, become poore YOur poverty should be the more esteemed, That by the meanes thereof you are exeemed From stubborne servants, lying Sycophants, And faigned friends: in lieu whereof, it grants These three of a […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 24. That they may be alike rich, who are not alike abun∣dantly stored with worldly commodities. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 24. That they may be alike rich, who are not alike abun∣dantly stored with worldly commodities I have of Lands, nor moneyes no large portion: Yet, if I be content, to thinke, that J• Am not as rich, as […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 4. How to become wise. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 4. Как обретают мудрость

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 4. How to become wise Who would be truly wise, must in all haste His mind of perturbations dispossesse; For wisedome is a large, and spatious guhest: And can not dwell, but in an empty place, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 12. A wise man onely may properly be said to enjoy life. Томас Эркарт. Эпиграммы. Книга I. № 12. Только о мудром человеке можно сказать, что он в полном смысле слова наслаждается жизнью

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 12. A wise man onely may properly be said to enjoy life His life is short, who present times neglects, Feares times to come, and hath past-times forgot: Or rather, while he breaths his Age, hee makes […]

English Poetry. Isabel Pagan. Muirkirk Light Weights. Изабел Пейган. Эпиграмма на Тэма Уо́кера, портного

Isabel Pagan (Изабел Пейган) Muirkirk Light Weights In Muirkirk there lives a taylor, He scrimpit weight for greed of siller; He scrimpit weight, he counts not fair, Till he’s made three hundred pounds and mare. The oldest dealer he did say, What will be said at the last […]

English Poetry. Isabel Pagan. Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes. Изабел Пейган. Гнал овец пастушок…

Isabel Pagan (Изабел Пейган) Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, Ca’ them where the heather grows, Ca’ them where the burnie rows, My bonnie dearie. As I gaed down the water side, There I met my shepherd lad; He row’d me […]

English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. The Alchemist in the City. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) The Alchemist in the City My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter’d sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole world passes; I stand by. They do not waste their meted hours, But men and masters […]

English Poetry. Isabel Pagan. Skit on an Old Huntsman. Изабел Пейган. Шутка

Isabel Pagan (Изабел Пейган) Skit on an Old Huntsman I knew a sportsman that was auld, His taste it was but sma’, If he got clothes to keep him warm, He minds not to be braw. He rave his wallet and made breeks o’t, The Bible broad […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 14. Oh Is It the Jar of Nations. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 14. Oh Is It the Jar of Nations „Oh is it the jar of nations, The noise of a world run mad, The fleeing of earth’s foundations?” Yes, yes; 1ie quiet, my lad. „Oh is it my country […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 20. I Shall Not Die for You. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 20. I Shall Not Die for You I shall not die for you, Another fellow may; Good lads are left and true Though one departs away. But he departs to-day And leaves his work to do, For I was […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 11a. They Shall Have Breath that Never Were. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 11a. They Shall Have Breath that Never Were — They shall have breath that never were, But he that was shall have it ne’er; The unconceived and unbegot Shall look on heaven, but he shall not. — The […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 6. Ask Me no More, for Fear I Should Reply. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 6. Ask Me no More, for Fear I Should Reply Ask me no more, for fear I should reply; Others have held their tongues, and so can I, Hundreds have died, and told no tale before: Ask me no […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 23. The Olive. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 23. The Olive The olive in its orchard Should now be rooted sure, To cast abroad its branches And flourish and endure. Aloft amid the trenches Its dressers dug and died The olive in its orchard Should prosper […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 10. Oh on My Breast in Days Hereafter. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 10. Oh on My Breast in Days Hereafter Oh on my breast in days hereafter Light the earth should lie, Such weight to bear is now the air, So heavy hangs the sky. Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems: Last […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 4. It Is No Gift I Tender. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 4. It Is No Gift I Tender It is no gift I tender, A loan is all I can; But do not scorn the lender; Man gets no more from man. Oh, mortal man may borrow What mortal […]

English Poetry. Isabel Pagan. The Putting Begins. Изабел Пейган. Сезон – открывается!

Isabel Pagan (Изабел Пейган) The Putting Begins Tune — Bright Phoebus. Now the putting begins, if the weather holds clear, I hope C — ng — n will shortly come here, With dogs and attendants the muirfowl to try, I wish they catch many that they be […]

English Poetry. Isabel Pagan. The Crook and Plaid. Изабел Пейган. Посох и плед

Isabel Pagan (Изабел Пейган) The Crook and Plaid Ilk lassie has a laddie she lo’es aboon the rest, Ilk lassie has a laddie, if she likes to confess’t, That is dear unto her bosom whatever be his trade ; But my lover’s aye the laddie that wears the […]

English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. As Kingfishers Catch Fire. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) As Kingfishers Catch Fire As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each mortal thing […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 36. How difficult a thing it is, to tread in the pathes of vertue. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The First Booke. № 36. How difficult a thing it is, to tread in the pathes of vertue THe way to vertue’s hard, uneasie, bends Aloft, being full of steep, and rugged Alleys; For never one to a high place ascends, That alwayes […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 23. Of foure things, in an epalleled way vanquished each by other. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 23. Of foure things, in an epalleled way vanquished each by other AS Death o’rthroweth man, and cuts his breath: And fame most gloriously subdueth Death: So gourmandizing time doth fame or’come: And to eternity time must succumbe. Thomas […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 8. The resolution of a proficient in vertue. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 8. The resolution of a proficient in vertue I Hope so little to transgresse the Law, My conscience will endite me, or be proud Of wealth, and pomp: as not to care a straw For Fortunes frownes: so that […]

English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 41. How to oppose sinister fate.. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 41. How to oppose sinister fate. IF of misfortune you suppose t’exoner By any other meanes, then those of vertue, Your troubled spirit: you bestow upon her Both your owne skll, and weapons to subvert you; For that, wherewith […]