English Poetry. Robert Wilson. Elegy on the Death of Burns. Роберт Уилсон. Элегия на смерть Бернса
Robert Wilson (Роберт Уилсон) Elegy on the Death of Burns “Quis desiderio sit pudor, aut modus, Tam cari capitis? Рraecipe lugubris Cantus, Melpomene, cui liquidam pater Vocem cum cithara dedit.” –– Hor. COME a’ ye minstrels, auld an’ gray, An’ stent yer strings, […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. La Douce Chimere. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) La Douce Chimere SWEET Fancy, let me sing thy praise, Thou kind companion of my days, Through infancy and youth; O let me, in a riper age, Thy fairy favours still engage, And blend thy charms with truth. Gift of kind heav’n, dear wand’ring […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. To a Friend on New Year’s Day. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) To a Friend on New Year’s Day DEAR friend, for thee, through ev’ry changing year, Unchang’d affection draws the tie more near; Treasure most precious, dearest to the heart, Increas’d in value as the rest depart. Tho’ kindred bonds may break, and love must […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Epitaph for My Father. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Epitaph for My Father OF soul too high to act a dubious part, With modest talents, and a feeling heart; While worth and honour our respect shall claim, Rever’d shall be thy fair unspotted name. ROBERT HOME. Anne Hunter’s other poems: Laura Song 2. […]
English Poetry. Anne Hunter. A Mermaid’s Song. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) A Mermaid’s Song NOW the dancing sunbeams play On the green and glassy sea; Come, and I will lead the way, Where the pearly treasures be. Come with me, and we will go Where the rocks of coral grow; Follow, follow, follow me. Come, […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. The Crocodile. Льюис Кэрролл.
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) The Crocodile How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws! Lewis […]
English Poetry. Ian Serrailier. The Headless Gardener. Иан Серрейльер. Дурачина
Ian Serrailier (Иан Серрейльер) The Headless Gardener A gardener, Tobias Baird, Sent his head to be repaired; He thought, as nothing much was wrong, He wouldn’t be without it long. Ten years he’s weeded path and plot, A headless gardener, God wot, Always hoping (hope in vain) […]
English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. Ariadne Waking. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.
James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант) Ariadne Waking The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking, When Ariadne in her bower was waking; Her eyelids still were closing, and she heard But indistinctly yet a little bird, That in the leaves o’erhead, waiting the sun, Seemed […]
English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. The Field of Battle. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.
James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант) The Field of Battle The Deed of Blood is o’er! And, hark, the Trumpet’s mournful breath Low murmurs round it a Note of Death— The Mighty are no more! How solemn slow that distant Groan!— O, could AMBITION, wild […]
English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret’s. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.
James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант) A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret’s I have been reading Pomfret’s “Choice” this spring, A pretty kind of — sort of — kind of thing, Not much a verse, and poem none at all, Yet, as they say, extremely […]
English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. Robin Hood, a Child. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.
James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант) Robin Hood, a Child It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After the silver showers. The green leaves they looked greener still, And the thrush, renewing his […]
English Poetry. Fitz-Greene Halleck. Alnwick Castle. Фиц-Грин Халлек.
Fitz-Greene Halleck (Фиц-Грин Халлек) Alnwick Castle Home of the Percy’s high-born race, Home of their beautiful and brave, Alike their birth and burial-place, Their cradle and their grave! Still sternly o’er the castle gate Their house’s Lion stands in state, As in his proud departed hours; And warriors […]
English Poetry. Fitz-Greene Halleck. Twilight. Фиц-Грин Халлек.
Fitz-Greene Halleck (Фиц-Грин Халлек) Twilight There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lull’d to rest, And the eye sees life’s fairy scenes depart, As fades the day-beam in the rosy west. ‘Tis with a nameless feeling of regret We gaze upon them […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. To a Friend. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) To a Friend ALL too grotesque our thoughts are sometimes. Odd, That there will come a day when you and I Shall not be you and I! that we shall lie— We two—i’ the damp earth-mould—above each clod A drunken headstone in the neglected […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. To a Friend. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) To a Friend ALL too grotesque our thoughts are sometimes. Odd, That there will come a day when you and I Shall not be you and I! that we shall lie— We two—i’ the damp earth-mould—above each clod A drunken headstone in the neglected […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. Philosophy. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) Philosophy I SOMETIMES long to throw my books away And to forget the thoughts that make me sad— The mighty musings that have ever clad The minds of men in chill and sombre grey. I sometimes long to laugh out and be gay As […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. Philosophy. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) Philosophy I SOMETIMES long to throw my books away And to forget the thoughts that make me sad— The mighty musings that have ever clad The minds of men in chill and sombre grey. I sometimes long to laugh out and be gay As […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. When We Are Dead. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) * * * WHEN we are dead I firmly do believe We shall slip back into the primal sea Of the universal life, that there shall be No such false joys as on this earth deceive —Nay, nor no truer ones—nor cause to grieve […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. When We Are Dead. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) * * * WHEN we are dead I firmly do believe We shall slip back into the primal sea Of the universal life, that there shall be No such false joys as on this earth deceive —Nay, nor no truer ones—nor cause to grieve […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. A Game of Fives. Льюис Кэрролл.
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) A Game of Fives Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One: Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to Six: Sitting down to lessons – no more time for tricks. Five […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. College Days. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) College Days For the Fly-Leaf of an Autograph Album THESE college days of jollity and mirth How pleasurable are they and how serene, Just tinged with sorrow enough to welcome in With heartier joy all wassail that gives birth To bliss that lifts […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. College Days. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) College Days For the Fly-Leaf of an Autograph Album THESE college days of jollity and mirth How pleasurable are they and how serene, Just tinged with sorrow enough to welcome in With heartier joy all wassail that gives birth To bliss that lifts […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. Lancelot and Gawaine. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) Lancelot and Gawaine Two women loved a poet. One was dark, Luxuriant with the beauty of the south, A heart of fire—and this one he forsook. The other slender, tall, with wide gray eyes, Who loved him with a still intensity That made her […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. Lancelot and Gawaine. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) Lancelot and Gawaine Two women loved a poet. One was dark, Luxuriant with the beauty of the south, A heart of fire—and this one he forsook. The other slender, tall, with wide gray eyes, Who loved him with a still intensity That made her […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. Accident in Art. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) Accident in Art WHAT painter has not with a careless smutch Accomplished his despair?–one touch revealing All he had put of life, thought, vigor, feeling, Into the canvas that without that touch Showed of his love and labor just so much Raw pigment, scarce […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. Accident in Art. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) Accident in Art WHAT painter has not with a careless smutch Accomplished his despair?–one touch revealing All he had put of life, thought, vigor, feeling, Into the canvas that without that touch Showed of his love and labor just so much Raw pigment, scarce […]
English Poetry. Philip Morin Freneau. The Vernal Age. Филип Морен Френо.
Philip Morin Freneau (Филип Морен Френо) The Vernal Age WHERE the pheasant roosts at night, Lonely, drowsy, out of sight, Where the evening breezes sigh Solitary, there stray I. Close along the shaded stream, Source of many a youthful dream, Where branchy cedars dim the day There I […]
English Poetry. Philip Morin Freneau. Eutaw Springs. Филип Морен Френо.
Philip Morin Freneau (Филип Морен Френо) Eutaw Springs At Eutaw Springs the valiant died; Their limbs with dust are covered o’er; Weep on, ye springs, your tearful tide; How many heroes are no more! If in this wreck of ruin, they Can yet be thought to claim […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Calf-Path. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Calf-Path One day, through the primeval wood, A calf walked home, as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. Since then two hundred years have fled, And, I infer, the […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Calf-Path. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Calf-Path One day, through the primeval wood, A calf walked home, as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. Since then two hundred years have fled, And, I infer, the […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. Toil’s Sweet Content. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) Toil’s Sweet Content The Man of Questions paused and stood Before the Man of Toil, And asked, “Are you content, my man, To dig here in the soil? Do you not yearn for wealth and fame, And this wide world to see?” […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. Toil’s Sweet Content. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) Toil’s Sweet Content The Man of Questions paused and stood Before the Man of Toil, And asked, “Are you content, my man, To dig here in the soil? Do you not yearn for wealth and fame, And this wide world to see?” […]
English Poetry. Philip Morin Freneau. Death’s Epitaph. Филип Морен Френо.
Philip Morin Freneau (Филип Морен Френо) Death’s Epitaph DEATH in this tomb his weary bones hath laid, Sick of dominion o’er the human kind- Behold what devastations he hath made, Survey the millions by his arm confined. Six thousand years has sovereign sway been None, but myself, can […]
English Poetry. Philip Morin Freneau. On the Universality and Other Attributes of the God of Nature. Филип Морен Френо.
Philip Morin Freneau (Филип Морен Френо) On the Universality and Other Attributes of the God of Nature ALL that we see, about, abroad, What is it all, but nature’s God? In meaner works discovered here No less than in the starry sphere. In seas, on earth, this God […]
English Poetry. Philip Morin Freneau. To a Honey Bee. Филип Морен Френо.
Philip Morin Freneau (Филип Морен Френо) To a Honey Bee Thou born to sip the lake or spring, Or quaff the waters of the stream, Why hither come on vagrant wing?— Does Bacchus tempting seem— Did he, for you, the glass prepare?— Will I admit you to a […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. My Fairy. Льюис Кэрролл.
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) My Fairy I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said “You must not weep” If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It says “You must not laugh” When once […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Coming Century. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Coming Century If the century gone, as the wise ones attest, Exceeds all the centuries before it, Then the century coming will better its best And tower immeasurably o’er it. And, if miracles now are coming to pass Right here in […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Coming Century. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Coming Century If the century gone, as the wise ones attest, Exceeds all the centuries before it, Then the century coming will better its best And tower immeasurably o’er it. And, if miracles now are coming to pass Right here in […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Ideal Husband to His Wife. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Ideal Husband to His Wife WE’VE lived for forty years, dear wife, And walked together side by side, And you to-day are just as dear As when you were my bride. I’ve tried to make life glad for you, One long, […]
English Poetry. Sam Walter Foss. The Ideal Husband to His Wife. Сэм Уолтер Фосс.
Sam Walter Foss (Сэм Уолтер Фосс) The Ideal Husband to His Wife WE’VE lived for forty years, dear wife, And walked together side by side, And you to-day are just as dear As when you were my bride. I’ve tried to make life glad for you, One long, […]