English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Prisoner. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Prisoner Upspoke the culprit at the bar, Conducting his own case: ‘Your Lordship, I have gone to far, But grant me of your grace. As I was passing by a shop I saw my arm go out, And though I begged […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Under-Dogs. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Under-Dogs What have we done, Oh Lord, that we Are evil starred? How have we erred and sinned to be So scourged and scarred? Lash us, Oh Lord, with scorpion whips, We can but run; But harken to our piteous lips: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Wallflower. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Wallflower Till midnight her needle she plied To finish her pretty pink dress; “Oh, bless you, my darling,” she sighed; “I hope you will be a success.” As she entered the Oddfellow’s Hall With the shy thrill of maiden romance She felt […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The Law of the Jungle. Редьярд Киплинг. Закон Джунглей
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Law of the Jungle NOW this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Two Months. Редьярд Киплинг. Два месяца
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Two Months June No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in, And through the cloud the sullen Sun strikes down Full on the bosom of the tortured Town, Till Night falls heavy as remembered sin That will not suffer sleep or […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. To James Whitcomb Riley. Редьярд Киплинг. Джеймсу Уиткому Райли. 1890
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) To James Whitcomb Riley 1890 On Receiving a Copy of His Rhymes for Children Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place; There is water between our lodges, And I have not seen your face. But since […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Holiday. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Holiday I love the cheery bustle Of children round the house, The tidy maids a-hustle, The chatter of my spouse; The laughter and the singing, The joy on every face: With frequent laughter ringing, O, Home’s a happy place! Aye, […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Answer. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Answer Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name. Walter Scott’s other poems: The Crusader’s Return The Barefooted Friar Pibroch of Donail Dhu Twist Ye, Twine […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Little Brother. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Little Brother Wars have been and wars will be Till the human race is run; Battles red by land and sea, Never peace beneath the sun. I am old and little care; I’ll be cold, my lips be dumb: Brother mine, beware, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Ignorance. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Ignorance Oh happy he who cannot see With scientific eyes; Who does not know how flowers grow, And is not planet wise; Content to find with simple mind Joys as they are: To whom a rose is just a rose, A star–a […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Accordion. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Accordion Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My battered old accordion, you’re worthy of a rhyme, You’ve been my friend and comforter so long. Round half the world I’ve […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Trees against the Sky. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Trees against the Sky Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines… and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and thrill? Wistful heart of a boy, Fill with a strange sweet joy, Lifting to Heaven nigh - Pines against the sky. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Widower. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Widower Oh I have worn my mourning out, And on her grave the green grass grows; So I will hang each sorry clout High in the corn to scare the crows. And I will buy a peacock tie, And coat of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Sniper. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Sniper Because back home in Tennessee I was a champeen shot, They made a sniper outa me An’ ninety krouts I got: I wish to Christ I’d not! Athinkin’ o’ them blasted lives It’s kindo’ blue I be; Them lads […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Man from Eldorado. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Man from Eldorado I He’s the man from Eldorado, and he’s just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He’s gaunt as any Indian, and pretty nigh as brown; He’s greasy, and he smells of sweat and dirt. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Enigma. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Enigma The Sergeant of a Highland Reg- -Iment was drilling of his men; With temper notably on edge He blest them every now and then. A sweet old lady standing by, Was looking on with fascination, And then she dared this […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Blood-Red Fourragere. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Blood-Red Fourragere What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged holes where her breasts should be, Rotting there in the rain. On we pressed to the battle fray, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sensibility. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sensibility I Once, when a boy, I killed a cat. I guess it’s just because of that A cat evokes my tenderness, And takes so kindly my caress. For with a rich, resonant purr It sleeks an arch or ardent fur […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Lochinvar. Вальтер Скотт. Лохинвар
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Lochinvar O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Portrait (Painter, would you make my picture?). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Portrait (Painter, would you make my picture?) Painter, would you make my picture? Just forget the moral stricture. Let me sit With my belly to the table, Swilling all the wine I’m able, Pip a-lit; Not a stiff and stuffy croaker In […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Prelude. To «Departmental Ditties». Редьярд Киплинг. Вступление к «Департаментским песенкам». 1885
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Prelude. To «Departmental Ditties» I HAVE eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. The deaths ye died I have watched beside, And the lives ye led were mine. Was there aught that I did not share In vigil […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The Deep-Sea Cables. Редьярд Киплинг. Глубоководные кабели
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Deep-Sea Cables The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar – Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are. There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, Or […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Horatio. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Horatio His portrait hung upon the wall. Oh how at us he used to stare. Each Sunday when I made my call! – And when one day it wasn’t there, Quite quick I seemed to understand The light was green to hold […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Fool Faith. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Fool Faith Said I: “See yon vast heaven shine,– What earthly sight diviner? Before such radiant Design Why doubt Designer?” Said he: “Design is just a thought In human cerebration, And meaningless if Man is not Part of creation. “But […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Evenfall. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Evenfall When day is done I steal away To fold my hands in rest, And of my hours this moment grey I love the best; So quietly I sit alone And wait for evenfall, When in the dusk doves sweetly moan And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dedication to Providence. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Посвящение Провидению
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dedication to Providence I loved to toy with tuneful rhyme, My fancies into verse to weave; For as I walked my words would chime So bell-like I could scarce believe; My rhymes rippled like a brook, My stanzas bloomed like blossoms gay: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Courage (Ten little brown chicks scattered and scuffled). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Courage (Ten little brown chicks scattered and scuffled) Ten little brown chicks scattered and scuffled, Under the blue-berries hiding in fear; Mother-grouse cackling, feathers all ruffled, Dashed to defend them as we drew near. Heart of a heroine, how I admired her! […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Cardiac. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Cardiac A mattock high he swung; I watched him at his toil; With never gulp of lung He gashed the ruddy soil. Thought I, I’d give my wealth To have his health. With fortune I would part, And privilege resign, Could […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Awake to Smile. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Awake to Smile When I blink sunshine in my eyes And hail the amber morn, Before the rosy dew-drop dries With sparkle on the thorn; When boughs with robin rapture ring, And bees hum in the may,– Then call me young, with […]
English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. On a Corkscrew. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) On a Corkscrew Though I, alas! a prisoner be, My trade is prisoners to set free. No slave his lord’s commands obeys With such insinuating ways. My genius piercing, sharp, and bright, Wherein the men of wit delight. The clergy keep me for their […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Amateur Poet. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Amateur Poet You see that sheaf of slender books Upon the topmost shelf, At which no browser ever looks, Because they’re by… myself; They’re neatly bound in navy blue, But no one ever heeds; Their print is clear and candid too, Yet […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Character. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Character How often do I wish I were What people call a character; A ripe and cherubic old chappie Who lives to make his fellows happy; With in his eyes a merry twinkle, And round his lips a laughing wrinkle; Who […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Village Don Juan. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Village Don Juan Lord, I’m grey, my face is run, But by old Harry, I’ve had my fun; And all about, I seem to see Lads and lassies that look like me; Ice-blue eyes on every hand, Handsomest youngsters in the land. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Tourist (‘Twas in a village in Lorraine). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Tourist (‘Twas in a village in Lorraine) ‘Twas in a village in Lorraine Whose name I quite forget, I found I needfully was fain To buy a serviette. I sought a shop wherein they sell Such articles as these, And told a […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Soldier of Fortune. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Soldier of Fortune “Deny your God!” they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, and venom-fanged their sneers, And one man spat on me and nursed a knife. And there was I, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Ordinary Man. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Ordinary Man If you and I should chance to meet, I guess you wouldn’t care; I’m sure you’d pass me in the street As if I wasn’t there; You’d never look me in the face, My modest mug to scan, Because […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Great Recall. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Great Recall I’ve wearied of so many things Adored in youthful days; Music no more my spirit wings, E’en when Master play. For stage and screen I have no heart, Great paintings leave me cold; Alas! I’ve lost the love of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Coward. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Coward ‘Ave you seen Bill’s mug in the Noos to-day? ‘E’s gyned the Victoriar Cross, they say; Little Bill wot would grizzle and run away, If you ‘it ‘im a swipe on the jawr. ‘E’s slaughtered the Kaiser’s men in tons; […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Alcázar. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Alcázar The General now lives in town; He’s eighty odd, they say; You’ll see him strolling up and down The Prada any day. He goes to every football game, The bull-ring knows his voice, And when the people cheer his name […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Slugging Saint. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Slugging Saint ‘Twas in a pub in Battersea They call the “Rose and Crown,” Quite suddenly, it seemed to me, The Lord was looking down; The Lord was looking from above, And shiny was His face, And I was filled with gush […]