English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. Lines on Reading the Poems of Wharton. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) Lines on Reading the Poems of Wharton Oh, Warton! to thy soothing shell, Stretch’d remote in hermit cell, Where the brook runs babbling by, For ever I could listening lie; And catching all the muses’ fire, Hold converse with the tuneful quire. […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. To Love. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) To Love Why should I blush to own I love? ‘Tis Love that rules the realms above. Why should I blush to say to all, That Virtue holds my heart in thrall? Why should I seek the thickest shade, Lest Love’s […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 2. Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 2. Как лес неприветлив весною печальной
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 2. Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, […]
English Poetry. Alan Seeger. I Have a Rendezvous with Death. Алан Сигер. Однажды смерть назначит мне свиданье
Alan Seeger (Алан Сигер) * * * I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. Christmas Day. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) Christmas Day Yet once more, and once more, awake, my Harp, From silence and neglect—one lofty strain; Lofty, yet wilder than the winds of Heaven, And speaking mysteries more than words can tell, I ask of thee; for I, with hymnings high, […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. Oft in Sorrow, Oft in Woe. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) * * * Oft in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go; Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the bread of life. Let your drooping hearts be glad; March in heavenly armour clad; Fight, nor think the battle […]
English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. The Star of Bethlehem. Генри Керк Уайт.
Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт) The Star of Bethlehem When marshal’d on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Sonnet on the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria. Оскар Уайльд. Сонет по поводу резни, учинённой турками в Болгарии христианам
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Sonnet on the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria CHRIST, dost thou live indeed? or are thy bones Still straightened in their rock-hewn sepulchre? And was thy Rising only dreamed by Her Whose love of thee for all her sin atones? For here the […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Athenasia. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Athenasia To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, The withered body of a girl was brought Dead ere the world’s glad youth had touched its prime, And seen by lonely Arabs […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Desespoir. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Desespoir The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow; Wherefore yon […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. On the Sale by Auction of Keat’s Love-Letters. Оскар Уайльд. По поводу продажи с аукциона любовных писем Джона Китса
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) On the Sale by Auction of Keat’s Love-Letters These are the letters which Endymion wrote To one he loved in secret and apart, And now the brawlers of the auction-mart Bargain and bid for each poor blotted note, Aye! for each separate pulse of […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Amor Intellectualis. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Amor Intellectualis OFT have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to common folk unknown: And often launched our bark upon that sea Which the nine Muses hold in empery, And ploughed free furrows […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. Impression Du Matin. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) Impression Du Matin THE Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the houses’ walls Seemed changed […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 15. Eight O’Clock. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 15. Eight O’Clock He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. One, two, three, four, to market-place and people It tossed them down. Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. The Grave of Keats. Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) The Grave of Keats Rid of the world’s injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God’s veil of blue: Taken from life when life and love were new The youngest of the martyrs here is lain, Fair as Sebastian, and as early […]
English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. From Spring Days to Winter (For Music). Оскар Уайльд.
Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд) From Spring Days to Winter (For Music) In the glad springtime when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love whom mine eyes had never seen, O the glad dove has golden wings! Between the blossoms […]
English Poetry. Thomas Wyatt. Stand Whoso List. Томас Уайетт.
Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт) Stand Whoso List Stand whoso list upon the slipper top Of court’s estates, and let me here rejoice; And use me quiet without let or stop, Unknown in court, that hath such brackish joys: In hidden place, so let my days forth pass, That […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. My Spirit. Томас Трэхерн. Мой дух
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) My Spirit MY naked simple Life was I; That Act so strongly shin’d Upon the earth, the sea, the sky, It was the substance of my mind; The sense itself was I. I felt no dross nor matter in my […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. A Life of Sabbaths Here Beneath. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) * * * I. A life of Sabbaths here beneath! Continual jubilees and joys! The days of Heaven, while we breathe On Earth! where Sin all Bliss destroys: This is a triumph of delights That doth exceed all appetites: No joy can be […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. An Hymn upon St. Bartholomew’s Day. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) An Hymn upon St. Bartholomew’s Day What powerful Spirit lives within! What active Angel doth inhabit here! What heavenly light inspires my skin, Which doth so like a Deity appear! A living Temple of all ages, I Within me […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. The Anticipation. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) The Anticipation My contemplation dazzles in the End Of all I comprehend, And soars above all heights, Diving into the depths of all delights. Can He become the End, To whom all creatures tend, Who is the Father of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. Dumbness. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) Dumbness Sure Man was born to meditate on things, And to contemplate the eternal springs Of God and Nature, glory, bliss, and pleasure; That life and love might be his Heavenly treasure; And therefore speechless made at first, that He […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. Sin. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) Sin Sin! O only fatal woe, That mak’st me sad and mourning go! That all my joys dost spoil, His Kingdom and my Soul defile! I never can agree With thee! Thou! Only thou! O thou alone, And my obdurate heart of stone, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Traherne. In Making Bodies Love Could Not Express. Томас Трэхерн.
Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) * * * In making bodies Love could not express Itself, or art, unless it made them less. O what a monster had in man been seen, Had every thumb or toe a mountain been! What worlds must he devour when he did eat? […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 1. 1887. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 1. 1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns And beacons burn again. Look left, look right, the hills are bright, The dales are […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. The Charity Ball. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Благотворительный бал
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) The Charity Ball What matter the pangs of a husband and father, If his sorrows in exile be great or be small, So the Pharisee’s glories around her she gather, And the saint patronizes her ‘charity ball!’ What matters–a heart which, […]
English Poetry. Sylvia Plath. Ariel. Сильвия Плат. Ариэль
Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат) Ariel Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God’s lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow Splits and passes, sister to The brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 37. Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Последние стихи. 37. Эпитафия армии наемников
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Last Poems. 37. Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries These, in the days when heaven was falling, The hour when earth’s foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. Their shoulders held the sky suspended; […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Providence. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Providence WEARY with pondering many a weighty theme, I slept; and in the realm of vision saw A mighty Angel reverently updraw The cords of earth, all woven of gloom and gleam, Wiles, woes, and many a silver-threaded stream Of sighs and […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. The Old Burying-Ground. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) The Old Burying-Ground PLUMED ranks of tall wild-cherry And birch surround The half-hid, solitary Old burying-ground. All the low wall is crumbled And overgrown, And in the turf lies tumbled, Stone upon stone. Only the school-boy, scrambling After his arrow […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Filling an Order. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Filling an Order TO Nature, in her shop one day, at work compounding simples, Studying fresh tints for Beauty’s cheeks, or new effects in dimples, An order came: she wiped in haste her fingers and unfolded The scribbled scrap, put on her […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Old Man Gram. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Old Man Gram In little Gram Court lives old man Gram, The patriarch of the place; Where often you’ll see his face, Eager and greedy, peering about, As he goes bustling in and out, At a wriggling, rickety pace, Brisk octogenarian’s pace. […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. A Story of the «Barefoot Boy». Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) A Story of the «Barefoot Boy» WRITTEN FOR J. G. WHITTIER’S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY. “I was once a barefoot boy.” — J. G. WHITTIER. ON Haverhill’s pleasant hills there played, Some sixty years ago, In turned-up trousers, tattered hat, Patches and […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Recollections of «Lalla Rookh». Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Recollections of «Lalla Rookh» WHEN we were farm boys, years ago, I dare not tell how many, When, strange to say, the fairest day Was often dark and rainy; No work, no school, no weeds to pull, No picking up potatoes, […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. The Pewee. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) The Pewee The listening Dryads hushed the woods; The boughs were thick, and thin and few The golden ribbons fluttering through; Their sun-embroidered, leafy hoods The lindens lifted to the blue: Only a little forest-brook The farthest hem of silence shook: When […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. Midsummer. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) Midsummer Around this lovely valley rise The purple hills of Paradise. O, softly on yon banks of haze, Her rosy face the Summer lays! Becalmed along the azure sky, The argosies of cloudland lie, Whose shores, with many a shining […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Here Dead We Lie. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) * * * Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the land From which we sprung. Life, to be sure, Is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, And we were […]
English Poetry. George Gordon Byron. To a Vain Lady. Джордж Гордон Байрон. Тщеславной леди
George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон) To a Vain Lady 1. Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose What ne’er was meant for other ears; Why thus destroy thine own repose, And dig the source of future tears? 2. Oh, thou wilt weep, imprudent […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. The Fire-King. Вальтер Скотт. Владыка огня
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) The Fire-King Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ear, Of love and of war and of wonder to hear; And you haply may sigh in the midst of your glee At the tale of Count Albert and fair Rosalie. […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. The Moon. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) The Moon Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed. –Raleigh The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray Mounts up the eastern sky, Not doomed to these short nights for aye, But shining steadily. She […]