English Poetry. Jonathan Swift. The Progress of Poetry. Джонатан Свифт.
Jonathan Swift (Джонатан Свифт) The Progress of Poetry The Farmer’s Goose, who in the Stubble, Has fed without Restraint, or Trouble; Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still, Can scarce get o’er the Barn-Door Sill: And hardly waddles forth, to cool Her Belly in the neighb’ring Pool: Nor […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Security. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Security Young man, gather gold and gear, they will wear you well; You can thumb your nose at fear, Wish the horde in hell. With the haughty you can be Insolent and bold: Young man, if you would be free Gather gear […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Prelude (I sing no idle songs of dalliance days). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Prelude (I sing no idle songs of dalliance days) I sing no idle songs of dalliance days, No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming; I have no Celia to enchant my lays, No pipes of Pan have set my heart to chiming. I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Playboy. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Playboy I greet the challenge of the dawn With weary, bleary eyes; Into the sky so ashen wan I wait the sun to rise; Then in the morning’s holy hush, With heart of shame I hear A robin from a lilac bush […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Old Engine Driver. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Old Engine Driver For five and twenty years I’ve run A famous train; But now my spell of speed is done, No more I’ll strain My sight along the treadless tracks, The gleamy rails: My hand upon the throttle slacks, My vision […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My House. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My House I have a house I’ve lived in long: I can’t recall my going in. ‘Twere better bartered for a song Ere ruin, rot and rust begin. When it was fresh and fine and fair, I used it with neglect, I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Moon-Lover. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Moon-Lover I The Moon is like a ping-pong ball; I lean against the orchard wall, And see it soar into the void, A silky sphere of celluloid. Then fairy fire enkindles it, Like gossamer by taper lit, Until it glows […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Lindy Lou. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Lindy Lou If the good King only knew, Lindy Lou, What a cherub child are you, It is true, He would step down from his throne, And would claim you for his own, Then whatever would I do, Lindy Lou? As […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Kail Yard Bard. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Kail Yard Bard A very humble pen I ply Beneath a cottage thatch; And in the sunny hours I try To till my cabbage patch; And in the gloaming glad am I To lift the latch. I do not plot to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Masters. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Masters Of Poetry I’ve been accused, But much more often I have not; Oh, I have been so much amused By those who’ve put me on the spot, And measured me by rules above Those I observe with equal love. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Garret. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Garret Here is my Garret up five flights of stairs; Here’s where I deal in dreams and ply in fancies, Here is the wonder-shop of all my wares, My sounding sonnets and my red romances. Here’s where I challenge Fate and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Spats. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Spats When young I was a Socialist Despite my tender years; No blessed chance I ever missed To slam the profiteers. Yet though a fanatic I was, And cursed aristocrats, The Party chucked me out because I sported Spats. Aye, though […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Surtax. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Surtax We pitied him because He lived alone; His tiny cottage was His only own. His little garden had A wall around; Yet never was so glad A bit of ground. It seemed to fair rejoice With flowers and fruit; With […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Locket. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Locket From out her shabby rain-coat pocket The little Jew girl in the train Produced a dinted silver locket With pasted in it portraits twain. “These are my parents, sir” she said; “Or were, for now I fear they’re dead. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Hand. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Hand Throughout my life I see A guiding hand; The pitfalls set for me Were grimly planned. But always when and where They opened wide, Someone who seemed to care Stood by my side. When up the pathway dark I […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Hymn of the Triumphant Airman. Редьярд Киплинг. Гимн торжествующего лётчика. 1929. Перелёт с Востока на Запад со скоростью 1.000 миль в час
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Hymn of the Triumphant Airman 1929 FLYING EAST TO WEST AT 1000 M.P.H. OH, LONG had we paltered With bridle and girth Ere those horses were haltered That gave us the Earth- Ere the Flame and the Fountain, The […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The Greek National Anthem. Редьярд Киплинг. Греческий национальный гимн. 1918
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Greek National Anthem 1918 We knew thee of old, Oh divinely restored, By the light of thine eyes And the light of thy Sword. From the graves of our slain Shall thy valour prevail As we greet thee again – Hail, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. L’Envoi (We talked of yesteryears). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) L’Envoi (We talked of yesteryears) We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad stampedes, of toil beyond all measure, Of camp-fire comfort when the day was done. We talked of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Intolerance. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Intolerance I have no brief for gambling, nay The notion I express That money earned ‘s the only way To pay for happiness. With cards and dice I do not hold; By betting I’ve been bit: Conclusion: to get honest gold You’ve […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Flies. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Flies I never kill a fly because I think that what we have of laws To regulate and civilize Our daily life; we owe to flies. Apropos, I’ll tell you of Choo, the spouse Of the head of the hunters, Wung; […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Cheer. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Cheer It’s a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass, When even the worst is said. There’s a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer, But better be living than dead; A joy and a pain, a loss and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Brave Coward. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Brave Coward Elisabeth imagines I’ve A yellow streak She deems I have no dash and drive, Jest dogoned weak. ‘A man should be a man,’ says Liz ‘Trade blow for blow.’ Poor kid! What my position is She jest don’t know. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Barcelona. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Barcelona The night before I left Milan A mob jammed the Cathedral Square, And high the tide of passion ran As politics befouled the air. A seething hell of human strife, I shrank back from its evil core, Seeing in this convulsive […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Apollo Belvedere. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Apollo Belvedere A-sitttin’ on a cracker box an’ spittin’ in the stove, I took a sudden notion that I’d kindo’ like to rove; An’ so I bought a ticket, jest as easy as could be, From Pumpkinville in Idaho to Rome in […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Busy Man. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Busy Man This crowded life of God’s good giving No man has relished more than I; I’ve been so goldarned busy living I’ve never had the time to die. So busy fishing, hunting, roving, Up on my toes and fighting fit; […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Our Lady of the Snows. Редьярд Киплинг. Владычица Снежного Края. 1897. Канадский закон о тарифных преференциях, принятый в 1897 году
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Our Lady of the Snows 1897 (Canadian Preferential Tariff, 1897) A NATION spoke to a Nation, A Queen sent word to a Throne: “Daughter am I in my mother’s house, But mistress in my own. The gates are mine to open, As […]
English Poetry. Royall Tyler. Ode to Night Yalden’s Ode. Ройалл Тайлер.
Royall Tyler (Ройалл Тайлер) Ode to Night Yalden’s Ode Hail Reverend Monarch! Hoary Night! Extend thy ever Blissful reign, Bid jarring passions cease with Light, And Peace Lead forth thy jocund Train- Thy Loyal Subjects here we sit Beneath they ever Blest domain In Amity and Friendship met […]
English Poetry. Royall Tyler. A Love Song. Ройалл Тайлер.
Royall Tyler (Ройалл Тайлер) A Love Song By the fierce flames of Love I’m in a sad taking, I’m singed like a pig that is hung up for bacon, My stomach is scorched like an over-done mutton-chop, That for want of gravy wont afford a single drop. Love, […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The Female of the Species. Редьярд Киплинг. Баллада о женском первоначале. 1911
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Female of the Species 1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. For the female of the […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The Benefactors. Редьярд Киплинг. Благодетели
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Benefactors Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press Through paint and prose and rhyme– When Nature in her nakedness Defeats us every time? […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The Old Issue. Редьярд Киплинг. Баллада о старом Короле. 9 октября 1899 г. Начало англо-бурской войны
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Old Issue October 9, 1899 (Outbreak of Boer War) “Here is nothing new nor aught unproven,” say the Trumpets, “Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed. “It is the King–the King we schooled aforetime! “ (Trumpets in […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. The Ballad of Boh Da Thone. Редьярд Киплинг. Баллада о Боу Да Тоне
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) The Ballad of Boh Da Thone This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone, Erst a Pretender to Theebaw’s throne, Who harried the district of Alalone: How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.* At the hand of Harendra Mukerji, Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.* […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Cry of the Homeless. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Cry of the Homeless After the Prussian Invasion of Belgium ‘Instigator of the ruin – Whichsoever thou mayst be Of the masterful of Europe That contrived our misery – Hear the wormwood-worded greeting From each city, shore, and lea Of thy victims: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In Time of Wars and Tumults. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In Time of Wars and Tumults ‘Would that I’d not drawn breath here!’ some one said, ‘To stalk upon this stage of evil deeds, Where purposelessly month by month proceeds A play so sorely shaped and blood-bespread.’ Yet had his spark not […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. An Appeal to America on Behalf of the Belgian Destitute. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) An Appeal to America on Behalf of the Belgian Destitute Seven millions stand Emaciate, in that ancient Delta-land: – We here, full-charged with our own maimed and dead And coiled in throbbing conflicts slow and sore, Can poorly soothe these ails unmerited Of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. On the Belgian Expatriation. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) On the Belgian Expatriation I dreamt that people from the Land of Chimes Arrived one autumn morning with their bells, To hoist them on the towers and citadels Of my own country, that the musical rhymes Rung by them into space at […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Men Who March Away. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Men Who March Away (Song of the Soldiers) What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing gray, Leaving all that here can win us; What of the faith and fire within […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * For Life I had never cared greatly, As worth a man’s while; Peradventures unsought, Peradventures that finished in nought, Had kept me from youth and through manhood till lately Unwon by its style. In earliest years – why I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Masters. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Masters Of Poetry I’ve been accused, But much more often I have not; Oh, I have been so much amused By those who’ve put me on the spot, And measured me by rules above Those I observe with equal love. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Garret. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Garret Here is my Garret up five flights of stairs; Here’s where I deal in dreams and ply in fancies, Here is the wonder-shop of all my wares, My sounding sonnets and my red romances. Here’s where I challenge Fate and […]