English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. Cousin Kate. Кристина Джорджина Россетти.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти) Cousin Kate I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. Why did a great lord find me out, And praise my flaxen hair? Why did a great lord find me […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Talking in Their Sleep. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Talking in Their Sleep “You think I am dead,” The apple tree said, “Because I have never a leaf to show— Because I stoop, And my branches droop, And the dull gray mosses over me grow! But I’m still alive in trunk […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Sign-Post. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Sign-Post The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy, And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry, Rough, long grasses keep white with frost At the hilltop by the finger-post; The smoke of the traveller’s-joy is puffed Over hawthorn berry and hazel […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Other. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Other The forest ended. Glad I was To feel the light, and hear the hum Of bees, and smell the drying grass And the sweet mint, because I had come To an end of forest, and because Here was both road and inn, […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Lane. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Lane Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight Broad lane where now September hides herself In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse. Today, where […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915). Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again. Edward Thomas’s other poems: The Huxter The […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Haymaking. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Haymaking Aftear night’s thunder far away had rolled The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold, And in the perfect blue the clouds uncurled, Like the first gods before they made the world And misery, swimming the stormless sea In beauty and in […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Combe. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Combe The Combe was ever dark, ancient and dark. Its mouth is stopped with bramble, thorn, and briar; And no one scrambles over the sliding chalk By beech and yew and perishing juniper Down the half precipices of its sides, with roots And […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Broken Field. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Broken Field MY SOUL is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain. Where grass and bending flowers Were growing, The field lies broken now For another sowing. Great Sower […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Dew. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Dew AS DEW leaves the cobweb lightly Threaded with stars, Scattering jewels on the fence And the pasture bars; As dawn leaves the dry grass bright And the tangled weeds Bearing a rainbow gem On each of their seeds; So […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Night in Arizona. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Night in Arizona THE moon is a charring ember Dying into the dark; Off in the crouching mountains Coyotes bark. The stars are heavy in heaven, Too great for the sky to hold – What if they fell and shattered The earth with […]
English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. Who Has Seen the Wind?. Кристина Джорджина Россетти.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти) * * * Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Kiss. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Kiss I HOPED that he would love me, And he has kissed my mouth, But I am like a stricken bird That cannot reach the south. For though I know he loves me, To-night my heart is sad; His kiss […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. In the Metropolitan Museum. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) In the Metropolitan Museum INSIDE the tiny Pantheon We stood together silently, Leaving the restless crowsd awhile, As ships find shelter from the sea. The ancient centuries came back To cover us a moment’s space, And through the dome the light […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Pierrot. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Pierrot PIERROT stands in the garden, Beneath a waning moon, And on his lute he fashions A fragile silver tune. Pierrot plays in the garden, He thinks he plays for me, But I am quite forgotten Under the cherry tree. […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Wanderer. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Wanderer I SAW the sunset-colored sands, The Nile, like flowing fire between, Where Ramses stares forth serene And ammon’s heavy temple stands. I saw the rocks where long ago, Above the sea that cries and breaks, Bright Perseus with […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Christmas Carol. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Christmas Carol THE kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine; They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, And gifts of precious wine. The shepherds came from out the north, Their coats were brown and old; They brought […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Primavera Mia. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Primavera Mia AS KINGS, seeing their lives about to pass, Take off the heavy ermine and the crown, So had the trees that autumn-time laid down Their golden garments on the dying grass, When I, who watched the seasons in the glass Of my […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Wild Asters. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Wild Asters IN THE spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever little daisies Always knew. Now the fields are brown and barren, Bitter autumn blows, And of all the stupid asters Not one knows. Sara […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 7. Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 7. Grief Dies Like Joy; the Tears Upon My Cheek Grief dies like joy; the tears upon my cheek Will disappear like dew. Dear God! I know Thy kindly Providence hath made it so, And thank thee for the law. I am too […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night Oh! dost thou flatter falsely, Hope? The day hath scarcely passed that saw thy birth, Yet thy white wings are plumed to all their scope, And hour by hour thine eyes have gathered light, And grown so […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. The Past. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) The Past To-day’s most trivial act may hold the seed Of future fruitfulness, or future dearth; Oh, cherish always every word and deed! The simplest record of thyself hath worth. If thou hast ever slighted one old thought, Beware lest Grief enforce the […]
English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. Echo. Кристина Джорджина Россетти.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти) Echo Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Our Willie. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Our Willie ’T was merry Christmas when he came, Our little boy beneath the sod; And brighter burned the Christmas flame, And merrier sped the Christmas game, Because within the house there lay A shape as tiny as a fay— The Christmas gift […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Katie. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Katie It may be through some foreign grace, And unfamiliar charm of face; It may be that across the foam Which bore her from her childhood’s home, By some strange spell, my Katie brought, Along with English creeds and thought— Entangled in her golden […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Charleston. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Charleston Calm as that second summer which precedes The first fall of the snow, In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds, The City bides the foe. As yet, behind their ramparts stern and proud, Her bolted thunders sleep— Dark Sumter, like a battlemented […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. The Steam Threshing-Machine With the Straw Carrier. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) The Steam Threshing-Machine With the Straw Carrier Flush with the pond the lurid furnace burned At eve, while smoke and vapour filled the yard; The gloomy winter sky was dimly starred, The fly-wheel with a mellow murmur turned; While, ever rising on […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. Arms Old and New. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) Arms Old and New How changed our warfare and the arms we wield! The Phalanx, once the Macedonian’s pride, Has fled disheartened from the battle-field, Since Flamininus pierced its wounded side: Gone is the Roman Legion’s tramp and clang: The Ram assaults […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. The Half-Rainbow. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) The Half-Rainbow The groups of Autumn flowers were all ablaze; The hollyhock and scarlet crane’s-bill burned Like merry household fires; but when he turned To search the distance, all was blocked with haze; Then came a brightness over rick and roof; He […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. Missing the Meteors. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) Missing the Meteors A hint of rain–a touch of lazy doubt– Sent me to bedward on that prime of nights, When the air met and burst the aerolites, Making the men stare and the children shout: Why did no beam from all […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. From Harvest to January. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) From Harvest to January The hay has long been built into the stack And now the grain; anon the hunter’s moon Shall wax and wane in cooler skies, and soon Again re-orb’d, speed on her wonted track, To spend her snowy light […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. On a Vase of Gold Fish. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) On a Vase of Gold Fish The tortured mullet served the Roman’s pride By darting round the crystal vase, whose heat Ensured his woe and beauty till he died: These unharm’d gold-fish yield as rich a treat; Seen thus, in parlour-twilight, they […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. The Process of Composition: An Illustration. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) The Process of Composition: An Illustration Oft in our fancy an uncertain thought Hangs colourless, like dew on bents of grass, Before the morning o’er the field doth pass; But soon it glows and brightens; all unsought A sudden glory flashes through […]
English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. A Birthday. Кристина Джорджина Россетти.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти) A Birthday My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water’d shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; […]
English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. We Cannot Keep Delight. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.
Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер) * * * We cannot keep delight–we cannot tell One tale of steady bliss, unwarped, uncrost, The timid guest anticipates his farewell, And will not stay to hear it from his host! I saw a child upon a summer’s day, A child […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Silent Voices. Альфред Теннисон. Когда, весь черный и немой
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Silent Voices WHEN the dumb Hour, cloth’d in black, Brings the Dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead, Toward the lowland ways behind me, And the sunlight that is gone! Call me rather, silent Voices, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Higher Pantheism. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Higher Pantheism THE sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains– Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns? Is not the Vision He, though He be not that which He seems? Dreams are true […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Merman. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Merman I WHO would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With a comb of pearl, On a throne? II I would be a mermaid fair; I would sing to myself […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Move Eastward, Happy Earth. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) * * * MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow: From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, eastward go: Till over thy dark shoulder glow Thy silver sister world, and rise To glass herself in […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Talking Oak. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Talking Oak ONCE more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder’d Abbey-walls, That stand within the chace. Beyond the lodge the city lies, Beneath its drift of smoke; And ah! with what delighted […]