English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Clock of the Years. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Clock of the Years ‘A spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.’ And the Spirit said, ‘I can make the clock of the years go backward, But am loth to stop it where you will.’ And […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Signs and Tokens. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Signs and Tokens Said the red-cloaked crone In a whispered moan: ‘The dead man was limp When laid in his chest; Yea, limp; and why But to signify That the grave will crimp Ere next year’s sun Yet another one Of those […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Imaginings. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Imaginings She saw herself a lady With fifty frocks in wear, And rolling wheels, and rooms the best, And faithful maidens’ care, And open lawns and shady For weathers warm or drear. She found herself a striver, All liberal gifts debarred, With […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Enemy’s Portrait. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Enemy’s Portrait He saw the portrait of his enemy, offered At auction in a street he journeyed nigh, That enemy, now late dead, who in his lifetime Had injured deeply him the passer-by. ‘To get that picture, pleased be God, I’ll try, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Something that Saved Him. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Something that Saved Him It was when Whirls of thick waters laved me Again and again, That something arose and saved me; Yea, it was then. In that day Unseeing the azure went I On my way, And to white winter […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In a Whispering Gallery. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In a Whispering Gallery That whisper takes the voice Of a Spirit’s compassionings, Close, but invisible, And throws me under a spell At the kindling vision it brings; And for a moment I rejoice, And believe in transcendent things That would mould from […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Old Excursions. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Old Excursions ‘What’s the good of going to Ridgeway, Cerne, or Sydling Mill, Or to Yell’ham Hill, Blithely bearing Casterbridge-way As we used to do? She will no more climb up there, Or be visible anywhere In those haunts we knew.’ But […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Woodspurge. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) Woodspurge The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill: I had walk’d on at the wind’s will,— I sat now, for the wind was still. Between my knees my forehead was,— My lips, drawn […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Carolina. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Carolina I The despot treads thy sacred sands, Thy pines give shelter to his bands, Thy sons stand by with idle hands, Carolina! He breathes at ease thy airs of balm, He scorns the lances of thy palm; Oh! who shall break thy […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Second Love. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Second Love Could I reveal the secret joy Thy presence always with it brings, The memories so strangely waked Of long forgotten things, The love, the hope, the fear, the grief, Which with that voice come back to me, – Thou wouldst forgive […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. A Trifle. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) A Trifle I know not why, but ev’n to me My songs seem sweet when read to thee. Perhaps in this the pleasure lies - I read my thoughts within thine eyes. And so dare fancy that my art May sink as […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. The Messenger Rose. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) The Messenger Rose If you have seen a richer glow, Pray, tell me where your roses blow! Look! coral-leaved! and — mark these spots Red staining red in crimson clots, Like a sweet lip bitten through In a pique. There, where that hue Is […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Sonnets. 9. I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Sonnets. 9. I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day I know not why, but all this weary day, Suggested by no definite grief or pain, Sad fancies have been flitting through my brain; Now it has been a vessel losing way, Rounding […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Sympathy. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) Sympathy Lately alas I knew a gentle boy, Whose features all were cast in Virtue’s mould, As one she had designed for Beauty’s toy, But after manned him for her own strong-hold. On every side he open was as day, That you might […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong, Which asks no duties and no conscience? The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path In some far summer stratum of the sky, While stars with their cold shine bedot her […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. They Who Prepare My Evening Meal Below. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * They who prepare my evening meal below Carelessly hit the kettle as they go With tongs or shovel, And ringing round and round, Out of this hovel It makes an eastern temple by the sound. […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Indeed Indeed, I Cannot Tell. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) * * * Indeed indeed, I cannot tell, Though I ponder on it well, Which were easier to state, All my love or all my hate. Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me When I say thou dost disgust me. O, I hate thee with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dunce. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dunce At school I never gained a prize, Proving myself the model ass; Yet how I watched the wistful eyes, And cheered my mates who topped the class. No envy in my heart I found, Yet bone was worthier to own Those […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The Blessed Damozel. Данте Габриэль Россетти. Небесная подруга
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The Blessed Damozel The blessed damozel lean’d out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters still’d at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Death in the Arctic. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Death in the Arctic I I took the clock down from the shelf; “At eight,” said I, “I shoot myself.” It lacked a minute of the hour, And as I waited all a-cower, A skinful of black, boding pain, Bits of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Conqueror. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Conqueror Though I defy the howling horde As bloody-browed I smite, Back to the wall with shattered sword When darkly dooms the night; Though hoarse they cheer as I go down Before their bitter odds, ‘Tis I who win the victor’s crown, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Celebates. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Celebates They must not wed the Doctor said, For they were far from strong, And children of their marriage bed Might not live overlong. And yet each eve I saw them pass With rapt and eager air, As fit a seeming lad […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Boon Soul. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Boon Soul Behold! I’m old; my hair is white; My eighty years are in the offing, And sitting by the fire to-night I sip a grog to ease my coughing. It’s true I’m raucous as a rook, But feeling bibulously “bardy,” These […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Babette. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Babette My Lady is dancing so lightly, The belle of the Embassy Ball; I lied as I kissed her politely, And hurried away from it all. I’m taxiing up to Montmartre, With never a pang of regret, To toy for awhile with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. At Eighty Years. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) At Eighty Years As nothingness draws near How I can see Inexorably clear My vanity. My sum of worthiness Always so small, Dwindles from less to less To none at all. As grisly destiny Claims me at last, How grievous seem […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Year Ago. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Year Ago I’m sitting by the fire tonight, The cat purrs on the rug; The room’s abrim with rosy light, Suavely soft and snug; And safe and warm from dark and storm It’s cosiness I hug. Then petulant the window […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Song for Kilts. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Song for Kilts How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead of trousers, custom built! Nay, do not think I speak to joke: (You know I’m not that kind […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Lyric Day. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Lyric Day I deem that there are lyric days So ripe with radiance and cheer, So rich with gratitude and praise That they enrapture all the year. And if there is a God babove, (As they would tell me in the […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. La Belle Juive. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) La Belle Juive Is it because your sable hair Is folded over brows that wear At times a too imperial air; Or is it that the thoughts which rise In those dark orbs do seek disguise Beneath the lids of Eastern eyes; […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 19. Silent Noon. Данте Габриэль Россетти. Дом жизни. Сонет 19. Тихий полдень
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 19. Silent Noon Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, – The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All […]
English Poetry. Henry Timrod. Dreams. Генри Тимрод.
Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Dreams Who first said “false as dreams?” Not one who saw Into the wild and wondrous world they sway; No thinker who hath read their mystic law; No Poet who hath weaved them in his lay. Else had he known that through the […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. The Inward Morning. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) The Inward Morning Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears, And in its fasion’s hourly change It all things else repairs In vain I look for change abroad, And can no difference find, Till som new […]
English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. Mist. Генри Торо.
Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо) Mist Low-anchored cloud Newfoundlan air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the daisied banks and violets, And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades; Spirit of lakes […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Decadence. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Decadence Before the florid portico I watched the gamblers come and go, While by me on a bench there sat A female in a faded hat; A shabby, shrinking, crumpled creature, Of waxy casino-ward with eyes Of lost soul seeking paradise. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Henry. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Henry Mary and I were twenty-two When we were wed; A well-matched pair, right smart to view The town’s folk said. For twenty years I have been true To nuptial bed. But oh alas! The march of time, Life’s wear and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Weary. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Weary Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark. When wearily I lie, With aching sight, With what thanksgiving I Turn out the light! When to night’s drowsy deep Serene I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Vanity. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Тщеславие
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Vanity My tangoing seemed to delight her; With me it was love at first sight. I mentioned That I was a writer: She asked me: “What is it you write?” “Oh, only best-sellers,” I told her. Their titles?… She shook her blonde […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Tourists. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Tourists In a strange town in a far land They met amid a throng; They stared, they could not understand How life was sudden song. As brown eyes looked in eyes of grey Just for a moment’s space, Twin spirits met with […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. Once in a Saintly Passion. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) * * * ONCE in a saintly passion I cried with desperate grief, “O Lord, my heart is black with guile, Of sinners I am chief.” Then stooped my guardian angel And whispered from behind, “Vanity, my little man, You’re nothing of the kind.” […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. In the Room. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) In the Room “Ceste insigne fable et tragicque comedie.”–RABELAIS THE sun was down, and twilight grey Filled half the air; but in the room, Whose curtain had been drawn all day, The twilight was a dusky gloom: Which seemed at first as still […]