English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 34. The First of May. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 34. The First of May The orchards half the way From home to Ludlow fair Flowered on the first of May In Mays when I was there; And seen from stile or turning The plume of smoke would show […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 6. I to My Perils. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 6. I to My Perils I to my perils Of cheat and charmer Came clad in armour By stars benign. Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine. The thoughts of others […]
English Poetry. John Clare. All Nature Has a Feeling. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) * * * All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks Are life eternal: and in silence they Speak happiness beyond the reach of books; There’s nothing mortal in them; their decay Is the green life of change; to pass away And come again […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 42. A.J.J.. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 42. A.J.J. When he’s returned I’ll tell him — oh, Dear fellow, I forgot: Time was you would have cared to know, But now it matters not. I mourn you, and you heed not how; Unsaid the word […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 22. R.L.S.. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 22. R.L.S. Home is the sailor, home from sea: Her far-borne canvas furled The ship pours shining on the quay The plunder of the world. Home is the hunter from the hill: Fast in the boundless snare All […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 11. Morning up the Eastern Stair. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 11. Morning up the Eastern Stair Morning up the eastern stair Marches, azuring the air, And the foot of twilight still Is stolen toward the western sill. Blithe the maids go milking, blithe Men in hayfields stone the scythe, […]
English Poetry. Charles Heavysege. Childhood Alone Is Glad. Чарльз Хевиседж.
Charles Heavysege (Чарльз Хевиседж) * * * Childhood alone is glad. With it time flees In constant mimes and bright festivities. It, like the ever-restless butterfly, Or seeks or settles on some flower of joy. Youth chases pleasure, but oft starteth pain; And love, youth’s birthright, oft is […]
English Poetry. Charles Heavysege. The Coming of Morn. Чарльз Хевиседж.
Charles Heavysege (Чарльз Хевиседж) The Coming of Morn See how the Morn awakes. Along the sky Proceeds she with her pale, increasing light, And, from the depths of the dim canopy, Drives out the shadows of departing night. Lo, the clouds break, and gradually more wide Morn openeth […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 26. I Counsel You Beware. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 26. I Counsel You Beware Good creatures, do you love your lives And have you ears for sense? Here is a knife like other knives, That cost me eighteen pence. I need but stick it in my heart […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 25. The Oracles. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 25. The Oracles ’Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain When winds were in the oakenshaws and all the cauldrons tolled, And mute’s the midland navel-stone beside the singing fountain, And echoes list to […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 19. The Defeated. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 19. The Defeated In battles of no renown My fellows and I fall down, And over the dead men roar The battles they lost before. The thunderstruck flagstaffs fall, The earthquake breaches the wall, The far-felled steeples resound, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 1. Atys. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 1. Atys „Lydians, lords of Hermus river, Sifters of the golden loam, See you yet the lances quiver And the hunt returning home?” „King, the star that shuts the even Calls the sheep from Tmolus down; Home return […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 22. Ho, Everyone that Tthirsteth. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 22. Ho, Everyone that Tthirsteth Ho, everyone that thirsteth And hath the price to give, Come to the stolen waters, Drink and your soul shall live. Come to the stolen waters, And leap the guarded pale, And pull […]
English Poetry. John Clare. What is Life?. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) What is Life? And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream. Its length? A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought. And Happiness? A bubble on the stream, That in the act of […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 13. The Deserter. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 13. The Deserter “What sound awakened me, I wonder, For now ’tis dumb.” “Wheels on the road most like, or thunder: Lie down; ’twas not the drum.: “Toil at sea and two in haven And trouble far: Fly, […]
English Poetry. Robert Fergusson. To Sir John Fielding, on his Attempts to Suppress «The Beggar’s Opera». Роберт Фергюссон. Сэру Джону Фильдингу в ответ на его попытку запретить представление «Оперы нищего» Джона Гея
Robert Fergusson (Роберт Фергюссон) To Sir John Fielding, on his Attempts to Suppress «The Beggar’s Opera» Beneath what cheerful region of the sky Shall Wit, shall Humour, and the Muses fly? For our’s, a cold, inhospitable clime, Refuses quarter to the muse and rhime. If on her brows […]
English Poetry. John Gay. Trivia, or The Art of Walking the Streets of London. Book 3. Джон Гей. Тривия, то бишь Всякая всячина; или «Искусство ходить по улицам Лондона». Книга третья. «Искусство ходить по улицам ночью»
John Gay (Джон Гей) Trivia, or The Art of Walking the Streets of London. Book 3 Of Walking the Streets by Night. O TRIVIA, Goddess, leave these low abodes, And traverse o’er the wide ethereal roads, Celestial Queen, put on thy robes of light, […]
English Poetry. John Gay. Trivia, or The Art of Walking the Streets of London. Book 2. Джон Гей. Тривия, то бишь Всякая всячина; или «Искусство ходить по улицам Лондона». Книга вторая. «Искусство ходить по улицам днём»
John Gay (Джон Гей) Trivia, or The Art of Walking the Streets of London. Book 2 Of Walking the Streets by Day. Thus far the Muse has trac’d in useful lays, The proper implements for wintry ways; Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes, […]
English Poetry. John Gay. Trivia, or The Art of Walking the Streets of London. Book 1. Джон Гей. Тривия, то бишь Всякая всячина; или «Искусство ходить по улицам Лондона». Книга первая. «О том, что нужно брать с собой, выходя на улицу и о признаках погоды»
John Gay (Джон Гей) Trivia, or The Art of Walking the Streets of London. Book 1 Quo te Moeri pedes? An, quo via ducit, in Urbem? – Virg. Of the Implements for Walking the Streets, and Signs of the Weather. Through winter streets to steer your […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 7. He would not Stay for Me, and who Can Wonder?. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 7. He would not Stay for Me, and who Can Wonder? He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 3. For these of Old the Trader. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 3. For these of Old the Trader For these of old the trader Unpearled the Indian seas, The nations of the nadir Were diamondless for these; A people prone and haggard Beheld their lightnings hurled: All round, like […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 5. Grenadier. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 5. Grenadier The Queen she sent to look for me, The sergeant he did say, ‘Young man, a soldier will you be For thirteen pence a day?’ For thirteen pence a day did I Take off the things […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. The Little Black Hen. Алан Александр Милн. Чёрная Курочка
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) The Little Black Hen Berryman and Baxter, Prettiboy and Penn And old Farmer Middleton Are five big men… And all of them were after The Little Black Hen. She ran quickly, They ran fast; Baxter was first, […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. King Hilary and the Beggarman. Алан Александр Милн. Король и Бедняк
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) King Hilary and the Beggarman Of Hilary the Great and Good They tell a tale at Christmas time I’ve often thought the story would Be prettier but just as good If almost anybody should Translate it into rime. So I have done […]
English Poetry. John Clare. First Love. Джон Клэр.
John Clare (Джон Клэр) First Love I ne’er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale, My legs refused to walk away, And […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 3. When Adam Walked in Eden Young. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 3. When Adam Walked in Eden Young When Adam walked in Eden young, Happy, ’tis writ, was he, While high the fruit of knowledge hung Unbitten on the tree. Happy was he the livelong day; I doubt ’tis […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 1. Easter Hymn. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Еще стихи. 1. Пасхальный гимн
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 1. Easter Hymn If in that Syrian garden, ages slain, You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain, Nor even in dreams behold how dark and bright Ascends in smoke and fire by day and night The […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 1. The West. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Последние стихи. 1. Запад
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 1. The West Beyond the moor and the mountain crest —Comrade, look not on the west— The sun is down and drinks away From air and land the lees of day. The long cloud and the single pine […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. Binker. Алан Александр Милн. Бинкер
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) Binker Binker – what I call him – is a secret of my own, And Binker is the reason why I never feel alone. Playing in the nursery, sitting on the stair, Whatever I am busy at, Binker will be there. […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 34. The New Mistress. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 34. The New Mistress “Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? You may be good for something, but you are not good for me. Oh, go where you are wanted, for you […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 42. The Merry Guide. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 42. The Merry Guide Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ran gold. There through the dews beside me Behold a youth that trod, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 32. From Far, from Eve and Morning. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 32. From Far, from Eve and Morning From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I. Now – for a breath I tarry Nor […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 36. White in the Moon the Long Road Lies. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 36. Ведет дорога далеко
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 36. White in the Moon the Long Road Lies White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. Still […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 62. Terence, this is Stupid Stuff. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 62. Terence, this is Stupid Stuff “Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 31. On Wenlock Edge the Wood’s in Trouble. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 31. Лес на холмах обеспокоен
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 31. On Wenlock Edge the Wood’s in Trouble On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves. ‘Twould blow […]
English Poetry. John Clare. I Am. Джон Клэр. Я есмь
John Clare (Джон Клэр) I Am I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death’s oblivion lost; And yet […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 23. The Lads in their Hundreds to Ludlow Come in for the Fair. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 23. The Lads in their Hundreds to Ludlow Come in for the Fair The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, There’s men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 26. Along the Fields as We Came by. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 26. Мы шли вдоль поля год назад
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 26. Along the Fields as We Came by Along the fields as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself alone. “Oh who are these that […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 41. In My Own Shire, if I Was Sad. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 41. In My Own Shire, if I Was Sad In my own shire, if I was sad Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 18. Oh, When I Was in Love with You. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 18. Я непорочен был и мил
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 18. Oh, When I Was in Love with You Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the […]