English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dark Glasses. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dark Glasses Sweet maiden, why disguise The beauty of your eyes With glasses black? Although I’m well aware That you are more than fair, Allure you lack. For as I stare at you I ask if brown or blue Your optics are? […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Golden Days. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Golden Days Another day of toil and strife, Another page so white, Within that fateful Log of Life That I and all must write; Another page without a stain To make of as I may, That done, I shall not see again […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Golden Days. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Golden Days Another day of toil and strife, Another page so white, Within that fateful Log of Life That I and all must write; Another page without a stain To make of as I may, That done, I shall not see again […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Golden Days. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Golden Days Another day of toil and strife, Another page so white, Within that fateful Log of Life That I and all must write; Another page without a stain To make of as I may, That done, I shall not see again […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Local Lad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Local Lad I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of Dick, our local boy, When with a clumsy, lucky clout He knocked the champion out. A week ago he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Local Lad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Local Lad I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of Dick, our local boy, When with a clumsy, lucky clout He knocked the champion out. A week ago he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Local Lad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Local Lad I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of Dick, our local boy, When with a clumsy, lucky clout He knocked the champion out. A week ago he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Tails. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Tails I haven’t worn my evening dress For nearly twenty years; Oh I’m unsocial, I confess, A hermit, it appears. So much moth-balled it’s but away, And though wee wifie wails, Never unto my dimmest day I’ll don my tails. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Tails. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Tails I haven’t worn my evening dress For nearly twenty years; Oh I’m unsocial, I confess, A hermit, it appears. So much moth-balled it’s but away, And though wee wifie wails, Never unto my dimmest day I’ll don my tails. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Tails. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Tails I haven’t worn my evening dress For nearly twenty years; Oh I’m unsocial, I confess, A hermit, it appears. So much moth-balled it’s but away, And though wee wifie wails, Never unto my dimmest day I’ll don my tails. […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade He stopt,–it surely was a groan That from the hovel came! He stopt and listened anxiously Again it sounds the same. It surely from the hovel comes! And now he hastens there, And thence […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade He stopt,–it surely was a groan That from the hovel came! He stopt and listened anxiously Again it sounds the same. It surely from the hovel comes! And now he hastens there, And thence […]
English Poetry. Robert Southey. The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade. Роберт Саути.
Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) The Sailor, Who Had Served in the Slave Trade He stopt,–it surely was a groan That from the hovel came! He stopt and listened anxiously Again it sounds the same. It surely from the hovel comes! And now he hastens there, And thence […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sea Sorcery. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sea Sorcery Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; Or mumbling pebbles on the shore, Or roused to monster might: By day I love the sea, but more I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sea Sorcery. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sea Sorcery Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; Or mumbling pebbles on the shore, Or roused to monster might: By day I love the sea, but more I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Sea Sorcery. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Sea Sorcery Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; Or mumbling pebbles on the shore, Or roused to monster might: By day I love the sea, but more I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Joy of Being Poor. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Joy of Being Poor I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was poor, a vagrant in a ditch! When every dawn was like a gem, so radiant and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Joy of Being Poor. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Joy of Being Poor I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was poor, a vagrant in a ditch! When every dawn was like a gem, so radiant and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Joy of Being Poor. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Joy of Being Poor I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was poor, a vagrant in a ditch! When every dawn was like a gem, so radiant and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Silent Ones. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Silent Ones I’m just an ordinary chap Who comes home to his tea, And mostly I don’t care a rap What people think of me; I do my job and take my pay, And love of peace expound; But as I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Silent Ones. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Silent Ones I’m just an ordinary chap Who comes home to his tea, And mostly I don’t care a rap What people think of me; I do my job and take my pay, And love of peace expound; But as I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Silent Ones. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Silent Ones I’m just an ordinary chap Who comes home to his tea, And mostly I don’t care a rap What people think of me; I do my job and take my pay, And love of peace expound; But as I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable) To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable; Of loveliness, alas! I cannot sing. My lot it i, across the tavern table, To start a chorus to the strumming string. I have no gift to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable) To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable; Of loveliness, alas! I cannot sing. My lot it i, across the tavern table, To start a chorus to the strumming string. I have no gift to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Prelude (To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable) To smite Apollo’s lyre I am unable; Of loveliness, alas! I cannot sing. My lot it i, across the tavern table, To start a chorus to the strumming string. I have no gift to […]
English Poetry. John Townsend Trowbridge. The Isle of Lambs. Джон Таунсенд Троубридж.
John Townsend Trowbridge (Джон Таунсенд Троубридж) The Isle of Lambs IN sunlight slept the gilded cliff, The ocean beat below, The gray gulls flapped along the wave, The seas broke, huge and slow. The drenched rocks rose like buffaloes, With matted sea-weed manes; Each shaggy hide shook […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «The Servant When He Reigneth». Редьярд Киплинг. «Раб, что сел на царство»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «The Servant When He Reigneth» “For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear. For a servant when he reigneth, and a fool when he is filled with meat; for an odious woman when she is married, and […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «The Servant When He Reigneth». Редьярд Киплинг. «Раб, что сел на царство»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «The Servant When He Reigneth» “For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear. For a servant when he reigneth, and a fool when he is filled with meat; for an odious woman when she is married, and […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «The Servant When He Reigneth». Редьярд Киплинг. «Раб, что сел на царство»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «The Servant When He Reigneth» “For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear. For a servant when he reigneth, and a fool when he is filled with meat; for an odious woman when she is married, and […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «Cities and Thrones and Powers». Редьярд Киплинг. «Стоят Держава, Град и Трон…»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «Cities and Thrones and Powers» CITIES and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth To glad new men, Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again. […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «Cities and Thrones and Powers». Редьярд Киплинг. «Стоят Держава, Град и Трон…»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «Cities and Thrones and Powers» CITIES and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth To glad new men, Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again. […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «Cities and Thrones and Powers». Редьярд Киплинг. «Стоят Держава, Град и Трон…»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «Cities and Thrones and Powers» CITIES and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth To glad new men, Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again. […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Ave Imperatrix! Written on the Occasion of the Attempt to Assassinate Queen Victoria in March 1882. Редьярд Киплинг. Ave Imperatrix! Написано в связи с покушением на жизнь королевы Виктории в марте 1882 года
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Ave Imperatrix! Written on the Occasion of the Attempt to Assassinate Queen Victoria in March 1882 From every quarter of your land They give God thanks who turned away Death and the needy madman’s hand, Death-fraught, which menaced you that day. One school […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Ave Imperatrix! Written on the Occasion of the Attempt to Assassinate Queen Victoria in March 1882. Редьярд Киплинг. Ave Imperatrix! Написано в связи с покушением на жизнь королевы Виктории в марте 1882 года
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Ave Imperatrix! Written on the Occasion of the Attempt to Assassinate Queen Victoria in March 1882 From every quarter of your land They give God thanks who turned away Death and the needy madman’s hand, Death-fraught, which menaced you that day. One school […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Ave Imperatrix! Written on the Occasion of the Attempt to Assassinate Queen Victoria in March 1882. Редьярд Киплинг. Ave Imperatrix! Написано в связи с покушением на жизнь королевы Виктории в марте 1882 года
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Ave Imperatrix! Written on the Occasion of the Attempt to Assassinate Queen Victoria in March 1882 From every quarter of your land They give God thanks who turned away Death and the needy madman’s hand, Death-fraught, which menaced you that day. One school […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «Our Fathers of Old». Редьярд Киплинг. «Наши деды и прадеды»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «Our Fathers of Old» “A Doctor of Medicine”– Rewards and Fairies Excellent herbs had our fathers of old– Excellent herbs to ease their pain– Alexanders and Marigold, Eyebright, Orris, and Elecampane– Basil, Rocket, Valerian, Rue, ( Almost singing themselves they run) Vervain, […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «Our Fathers of Old». Редьярд Киплинг. «Наши деды и прадеды»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «Our Fathers of Old» “A Doctor of Medicine”– Rewards and Fairies Excellent herbs had our fathers of old– Excellent herbs to ease their pain– Alexanders and Marigold, Eyebright, Orris, and Elecampane– Basil, Rocket, Valerian, Rue, ( Almost singing themselves they run) Vervain, […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «Our Fathers of Old». Редьярд Киплинг. «Наши деды и прадеды»
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «Our Fathers of Old» “A Doctor of Medicine”– Rewards and Fairies Excellent herbs had our fathers of old– Excellent herbs to ease their pain– Alexanders and Marigold, Eyebright, Orris, and Elecampane– Basil, Rocket, Valerian, Rue, ( Almost singing themselves they run) Vervain, […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Et Dona Ferentes. Редьярд Киплинг. Et Dona Ferentes
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Et Dona Ferentes 1896 In extended observation of the ways and works of man, From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the Plains of Hindustan: I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise, And the men of half Creation […]
English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Et Dona Ferentes. Редьярд Киплинг. Et Dona Ferentes
Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Et Dona Ferentes 1896 In extended observation of the ways and works of man, From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the Plains of Hindustan: I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise, And the men of half Creation […]