English Poetry. Phillis Wheatley. On the Death of a Young Lady of Five Years of Age. Филлис Уитли.
Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли) On the Death of a Young Lady of Five Years of Age FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light Th’ enraptur’d innocent has wing’d her flight; On the kind bosom of eternal love She finds unknown beatitude above. This know, ye parents, nor her […]
English Poetry. Phillis Wheatley. To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth. Филлис Уитли.
Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли) To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn, Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn: The northern clime beneath her genial ray, Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway: Elate with hope her race no longer mourns, Each soul […]
English Poetry. Phillis Wheatley. On Being Brought from Africa to America. Филлис Уитли.
Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли) On Being Brought from Africa to America ‘TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Tought me benighted soul to understand That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too: Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. Some view our sable race with scornful […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Last Words to a Dumb Friend. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Last Words to a Dumb Friend Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our queer ways, Or outshrilled your morning call Up the stairs and through the hall – Foot suspended […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Master and the Leaves. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Master and the Leaves I We are budding, Master, budding, We of your favourite tree; March drought and April flooding Arouse us merrily, Our stemlets newly studding; And yet you do not see! II We are fully woven for […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Marble Tablet. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Marble Tablet There it stands, though alas, what a little of her Shows in its cold white look! Not her glance, glide, or smile; not a tittle of her Voice like the purl of a brook; Not her thoughts, that you read […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. At the Dinner-Table. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) At the Dinner-Table I sat at dinner in my prime, And glimpsed my face in the sideboard-glass, And started as if I had seen a crime, And prayed the ghastly show might pass. Wrenched wrinkled features met my sight, Grinning back to […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Country Wedding. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Country Wedding (A Fiddler’s Story) Little fogs were gathered in every hollow, But the purple hillocks enjoyed fine weather As we marched with our fiddles over the heather – How it comes back! – to their wedding that day. Our […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Dream Is – Which?. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Dream Is – Which? I am laughing by the brook with her, Splashed in its tumbling stir; And then it is a blankness looms As if I walked not there, Nor she, but found me in haggard rooms, And treading a lonely […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 29. A Child. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 29. A Child To R. L. S. A child, Curious and innocent, Slips from his Nurse, and rejoicing Loses himself in the Fair. Thro’ the jostle and din Wandering, he revels, Dreaming, desiring, possessing; Till, of a sudden Tired […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Vagg Hollow. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Vagg Hollow ‘What do you see in Vagg Hollow, Little boy, when you go In the morning at five on your lonely drive?’ ‘ – I see men’s souls, who follow Till we’ve passed where the road lies low, When they vanish at […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. Against Constancy. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) Against Constancy Tell me no more of constancy, The frivolous pretense Of cold age, narrow jealousy, Disease, and want of sense. Let duller fools, on whom kind chance Some easy heart has thrown, Despairing higher to advance, Be […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. To Corinna. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) To Corinna A Song I. What cruel Pains Corinna takes, To force that harmless Frown: When not one Charm her Face forsakes, Love cannot lose his own. II. So sweet a Face, so soft a […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. A Song (Phillis, be gentler, I advise). Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) A Song (Phillis, be gentler, I advise) I. Phillis, be gentler, I advise; Make up for Time mis-spent, When Beauty on its Death-bed lyes, ‘Tis high time to repent. II. Such is the Malice of your […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. Upon His Leaving His Mistress. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) Upon His Leaving His Mistress I. ‘Tis not that I am weary grown Of being yours, and yours alone: But with what Face can I incline, To damn you to be only mine? You, whom some kinder Pow’r […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. Epistle. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) Epistle Could I but make my wishes insolent, And force some image of a false content! But they, like me, bashful and humble grown, Hover at distance about beauty’s throne; There worship and admire, and then they die Daring […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. On the Women about Town. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) On the Women about Town Too long the wise Commons have been in debate About money and conscience, those trifles of state, Whilst dangerous grievances daily increase, And the subject can’t riot in safety and peace; Unless, as against […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. Grecian Kindness. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) Grecian Kindness The utmost grace the Greeks could show, When to the Trojans they grew kind, Was with their arms to let ’em go And leave their lingering wives behind. They beat the men, and burnt the town: Then […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. The Advice. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) The Advice ALL Things submit themselves to your Command, Fair Cælia, when it does not Love withstand: The Pow’r it borrows from your Eyes alone; All but the God must yield to, who has none. Were he not blind, […]
English Poetry. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. The Imperfect Enjoyment. Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер.
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) The Imperfect Enjoyment Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired with eager fire, Melting through kindness, flaming in desire. With arms, legs, lips close clinging to […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 4. Invictus. Уильям Эрнст Хенли. Непокорённый
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 4. Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. […]
English Poetry. George Wither. The Lord Is King. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) The Lord Is King The Lord is King, and weareth A robe of glory bright: He clothed with strength appeareth, And girt with powerful might. The earth He hath so grounded That moved it cannot be; His throne long since was founded, More […]
English Poetry. George Wither. I Loved a Lass. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) I Loved a Lass I loved a lass, a fair one, As fair as e’er was seen; She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba Queen: But, fool as then I was, I thought she loved me too: But now, alas! she’s left me, […]
English Poetry. George Wither. The Choice. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) The Choice Me so oft my fancy drew Here and there, that I ne’er knew Where to place desire before So that range it might no more; But as he that passeth by Where, in all her jollity, Flora’s riches in a row Do […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Nature to Dr. Hoadly. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Nature to Dr. Hoadly On his Comedy of the SUSPICIOUS HUSBAND. By the Same. SLY hypocrite! was this your aim? To borrow Paeon’s sacred name, And lurk beneath his graver mien, To trace the secrets of my reign? Did I for this […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Verses to the People of England 1758. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Verses to the People of England 1758 BRITONS, rouse to deeds of death! Waste not zeal in idle breath, Nor lose the harvest of your swords In a civil-war of words! Wherefore teems the shameless press With labour’d births of emptiness? […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. The Lyric Muse to Mr. Mason. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) The Lyric Muse to Mr. Mason On the Recovery of the Right Honourable the Earl of HOLDERNESSE from a dangerous Illness. By the Same. MASON, snatch the votive Lyre, D’Arcy lives, and I inspire. ‘Tis the Muse that deigns to ask, […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Elegy 3. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Elegy 3 To the Right Honourable George Simon Harcourt, Visc. Newnham. Written at ROME, 1756. YES, noble Youth, ’tis true; the softer arts, The sweetly-sounding string, and pencil’s pow’r, Have warm’d to rapture even heroic hearts, And taught the rude to wonder, […]
English Poetry. George Wither. Amarillis I Did Woo. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) * * * Amarillis I did woo, And I courted Phillis too; Daphne, for her love, I chose; Cloris, for that damask rose In her cheek, I held as dear; Yea, a thousand liked well near. And, in love with all together, Fearèd the […]
English Poetry. George Wither. The Muse. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) The Muse She doth tell me where to borrow Comfort in the midst of sorrow: Makes the desolatest place To her presence be a grace; And the blackest discontents Be her fairest ornaments, In my former days of bliss, Her divine skill taught me […]
English Poetry. George Wither. For Anniversary Marriage-Days. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) For Anniversary Marriage-Days Lord, living, here are we As fast united, yet As when our hands and hearts by Thee Together first were knit, And, in a thankful song, Now sing we will Thy praise, For, that Thou dost as well prolong Our loving […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. A Love by the Sea. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) A Love by the Sea Out of the starless night that covers me, (O tribulation of the wind that rolls!) Black as the cloud of some tremendous spell, The susurration of the sighing sea Sounds like the sobbing whisper of two souls […]
English Poetry. George Wither. Lilies Without, Lilies Within. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) Lilies Without, Lilies Within Can I think the Guide of Heaven Hath so beautifully given Outward features, ’cause He meant To have made less excellent Your divine part? Or suppose Beauty, goodness doth oppose; Like those fools, who do despair To find any, good […]
English Poetry. George Wither. The Lover’s Resolution. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) The Lover’s Resolution Shall I, wasting in despaire, Dye because a woman’s faire? Or make pale my cheeks with care ‘Cause another’s rosie are? Be shee fairer than the day, Or the flowry meads in May, If she think not well of me, What […]
English Poetry. George Wither. A Christmas Carol. Джордж Уидер.
George Wither (Джордж Уидер) A Christmas Carol So now is come our joyful’st feast, Let every man be jolly. Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. I Lost a World — the Other Day!. Эмили Дикинсон. Я потеряла Мир на днях
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * I lost a World — the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Stars Around its forehead bound. A Rich man — might not notice it — Yet — to my frugal Eye, Of […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Elegy 1. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Elegy 1 Written at the CONVENT of HAUT VILLERS in CHAMPAGNE, 1754. SILENT and clear, thro’ yonder peaceful vale, While Marne’s slow waters weave their mazy way, See, to th’ exulting sun, and fost’ring gale, What boundless treasures his rich banks display! […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. To Mr. Mason. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) To Mr. Mason I. BELIEVE me, MASON, ’tis in vain Thy fortitude the torrent braves; Thou too must bear th’ inglorious chain; The world, the world will have its slaves. The chosen friend, for converse sweet, The small, yet elegant retreat, Are peaceful […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. The Enthusiast. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) The Enthusiast AN ODE ONCE, I remember well the day, ‘Twas ere the blooming sweets of May Had lost their freshest hues, When every flower on every hill, In every vale, had drank its fill Of sunshine, and of dews. In […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. A Pastoral Song. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) A Pastoral Song Come, Anna! come, the morning dawns, Faint streaks of radiance tinge the skies; Come, let us seek the dewy lawns, And watch the early lark arise; While nature, clad in vesture gay, Hails the loved return of day. […]