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English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop. Генри Торо.

Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other’s conscience, And have our sympathy Mainly from thence. We’ll one another treat like gods, And all the faith we have In virtue and in truth, bestow […]

English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Away! Away! Away! Away!. Генри Торо.

Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * Away! away! away! away! Ye have not kept your secret well, I will abide that other day, Those other lands ye tell. Has time no leisure left for these, The acts that ye rehearse? Is not eternity a lease For […]

English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Smoke. Генри Торо.

Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) Smoke Light-winged smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and messenger of dawn, Circling above the hamlets as thy nest; Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; By night star-veiling, and […]

English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. On Fields Oer Which the Reaper’s Hand Has Passd. Генри Торо.

Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And of such fineness as October airs, There after harvest could I […]

English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. What’s the Railroad to Me?. Генри Торо.

Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * What’s the railroad to me? I never go to see Where it ends. It fills a few hollows, And makes banks for the swallows, It sets the sand a-blowing, And the blackberries a-growing. Henry Thoreau’s other poems: Let Such Pure Hate […]

English Poetry. Augustus Montague Toplady. Thee, Father, We Bless. Огастус Монтегю Топледи.

Augustus Montague Toplady (Огастус Монтегю Топледи) * * * Thee, Father, we bless, whose distinguishing grace Selected a people to show forth Thy praise: Nor is Thy love known by election alone; For, O Thou hast added the gift of Thy Son. The goodness in vain we […]

English Poetry. Augustus Montague Toplady. When Languor and Disease Invade. Огастус Монтегю Топледи.

Augustus Montague Toplady (Огастус Монтегю Топледи) * * * When languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, ’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away. Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of His love; Sweet to look upward to […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 13. When I Was One-and-Twenty. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 13. Мне было год и двадцать

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 13. When I Was One-and-Twenty When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, `Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’ But I […]

English Poetry. Augustus Montague Toplady. Great God, Whom Heaven, and Earth and Sea. Огастус Монтегю Топледи.

Augustus Montague Toplady (Огастус Монтегю Топледи) * * * Great God, whom Heaven, and earth, and sea, With all their countless hosts, obey; Upheld by whom the nations stand, And empires fall at Thy command. Beneath Thy long suspended ire, Let every antichrist expire; Thy knowledge spread […]

English Poetry. Augustus Montague Toplady. Encompassed with Clouds of Distress. Огастус Монтегю Топледи.

Augustus Montague Toplady (Огастус Монтегю Топледи) * * * Encompassed with clouds of distress, Just ready all hope to resign, I pant for the light of Thy face, And fear it will never be mine; Disheartened with waiting so long, I sink at Thy feet with my load; […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Little Old Table. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Little Old Table Creak, little wood thing, creak, When I touch you with elbow or knee; That is the way you speak Of one who gave you to me! You, little table, she brought – Brought me with her own hand, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Small Hours. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Small Hours I lay in my bed and fiddled With a dreamland viol and bow, And the tunes flew back to my fingers I had melodied years ago. It was two or three in the morning When I fancy-fiddled so Long […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. O I Won’t Lead a Homely Life. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * (To an old air) ‘O I won’t lead a homely life As father’s Jack and mother’s Jill, But I will be a fiddler’s wife, With music mine at will! Just a little tune, Another one soon, As I merrily […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Without, Not Within Her. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Without, Not Within Her It was what you bore with you, Woman, Not inly were, That throned you from all else human, However fair! It was that strange freshness you carried Into a soul Whereon no thought of yours tarried Two moments […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Singing Woman. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Singing Woman There was a singing woman Came riding across the mead At the time of the mild May weather, Tameless, tireless; This song she sung: ‘I am fair, I am young!’ And many turned to heed. And the same singing […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Procession of Dead Days. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Procession of Dead Days I see the ghost of a perished day; I know his face, and the feel of his dawn: ’Twas he who took me far away To a spot strange and gray: Look at me, Day, and then pass […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A House with a History. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A House with a History There is a house in a city street Some past ones made their own; Its floors were criss-crossed by their feet, And their babblings beat From ceiling to white hearth-stone. And who are peopling its parlours now? […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. I Knew a Lady. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) I Knew a Lady (Club Song) I knew a lady when the days Grew long, and evenings goldened; But I was not emboldened By her prompt eyes and winning ways. And when old Winter nipt the haws, ‘Another’s wife I’ll be, […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 48. Be Still, My Soul, Be Still. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 48. Be Still, My Soul, Be Still Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,– call to thought, if now you […]

English Poetry. James Thomson. The Four Seasons. Autumn. Джеймс Томсон.

James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) The Four Seasons. Autumn Crown’d with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o’er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more, Well pleased, I tune. Whate’er the wintry frost Nitrous prepared; the various blossom’d Spring Put in white […]

English Poetry. James Thomson. Evening in Autumn. Джеймс Томсон.

James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) Evening in Autumn The western sun withdrawn the shorten’d day, And humid evening, gliding o’er the sky In her chill progress, to the ground condensed The vapours throws. Where creeping waters ooze, Where marshes stagnate, and where rivers wind, Cluster the rolling fogs, and […]

English Poetry. James Thomson. Sheep-Sheering. Джеймс Томсон.

James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) Sheep-Sheering In one diffusive band, They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog Compell’d to where the mazy-running brook Forms a deep pool; this bank abrupt and high, And that fair-spreading in a pebbled shore, Urged to the giddy brink, much is the […]

English Poetry. James Thomson. A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton. Джеймс Томсон.

James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish’d into silence, shun the weight Of honours due to his illustrious name? But what can man?—Even […]

English Poetry. James Thomson. A Hymn. Джеймс Томсон.

James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) A Hymn These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm; Echo the […]

English Poetry. James Thomson. The Four Seasons. Spring. Джеймс Томсон.

James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) The Four Seasons. Spring Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veil’d in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. O Hertford, fitted or to shine in courts With unaffected grace, […]

English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Carrier Song. Фрэнсис Томпсон.

Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Carrier Song I. Since you have waned from us, Fairest of women! I am a darkened cage Song cannot hymn in. My songs have followed you, Like birds the summer; Ah! bring them back to me, Swiftly, dear comer! Seraphim, Her to […]

English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Girl’s Sin – in Her Eyes. Фрэнсис Томпсон.

Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Girl’s Sin – in Her Eyes Cross child! red, and frowning so? ‘I, the day just over, Gave a lock of hair to–no! How DARE you say, my lover?’ He asked you?–Let me understand; Come, child, let me sound it! ‘Of course, […]

English Poetry. Francis Thompson. After Her Going. Фрэнсис Томпсон.

Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) After Her Going The after-even! Ah, did I walk, Indeed, in her or even? For nothing of me or around But absent She did leaven, Felt in my body as its soul, And in my soul its heaven. ‘Ah me! my very flesh […]

English Poetry. Francis Thompson. An Arab Love-Song. Фрэнсис Томпсон.

Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) An Arab Love-Song The hunchèd camels of the night Trouble the bright And silver waters of the moon. The Maiden of the Morn will soon Through Heaven stray and sing, Star gathering. Now while the dark about our loves is strewn, Light of […]

English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 19. To an Athlete Dying Young. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 19. To an Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners […]

English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Gilded Gold. Фрэнсис Томпсон.

Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Gilded Gold Thou dost to rich attire a grace, To let it deck itself with thee, And teachest pomp strange cunning ways To be thought simplicity. But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold Translated to a vase of gold; In […]

English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To a Poet Breaking Silence. Фрэнсис Томпсон.

Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) To a Poet Breaking Silence Too wearily had we and song Been left to look and left to long, Yea, song and we to long and look, Since thine acquainted feet forsook The mountain where the Muses hymn For Sinai and the Seraphim. Now […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Blessed Present. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Blessed Present Pluck me yon rose, but say not, “‘T will not last!” Or that “To-morrow’s rose may be more sweet.” Say not, the darling bird I hear, will fleet When its green summer home yields to the blast. This moment, […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Mother Who Died Too. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Mother Who Died Too She was so little—little in her grave, The wide earth all around so hard and cold— She was so little! therefore did I crave My arms might still her tender form enfold. She was so little, and […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Black Flag!. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Black Flag! Run up your Black Flag, Skull and crossbones display! Why should you palter—why should you lag?— For never was freebooting crew, From Heligoland to Cathay— And the Coast of Barbary, too, So deserved the foul ensign as you! Yes, […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Moly. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Moly The root is hard to loose From hold of earth by mortals; but God’s power Can all things do. ‘Tis black, but bears a flower As white as milk. – Chapman’s Homer Traveler, pluck a stem of moly, If […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Inverted Torch. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Inverted Torch Threading a darksome passage all alone, The taper’s flame, by envious current blown, Crouched low, and eddied round, as in affright, So challenged by the vast and hostile night, Then down I held the taper; — swift and fain […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Patmos. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Patmos All around him Patmos lies, Who hath spirit-gifted eyes, Who his happy sight can suit To the great and the minute. Doubt not but he holds in view A new earth and heaven new; Doubt not but his ear doth catch […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. “Frost to Night”. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) “Frost to Night” Apple-green west and an orange bar, And the crystal eye of a lone, one star… And, “Child, take the shears and cut what you will, Frost to-night — so clear and dead-still.” Then, I sally forth, half sad, […]

English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. A Chant of the Fought Field-Nunc Dimittis. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) A Chant of the Fought Field-Nunc Dimittis As one who under evening skies Upon a fought field stricken lies (Unknown for stains of blood and grime) Is fain the mortal shaft to draw And let life issue through the flaw, Even so […]