English Poetry. Alexander Pope. You Know Where You Did Despise. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) * * * You know where you did despise (Tother day) my little Eyes, Little Legs, and little Thighs, And some things, of little Size, You know where. You, tis true, have fine black eyes, Taper legs, and tempting Thighs, Yet what more […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. The Fire That Filled My Heart of Old. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) * * * THE fire that filled my heart of old Gave luster while it burned; Now only ashes gray and cold Are in its silence urned. Ah! better was the furious flame, The splendor with the smart; I never cared for the singer’s […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. A Song of Sighing. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) A Song of Sighing WOULD some little joy to-day Visit us, heart! Could it but a moment stay, Then depart, With the flutter of its wings Stirring sense of brighter things. Like a butterfly astray In a dark room; Telling:–Outside […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. To a Tycoon. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) To a Tycoon Since much has been your mirth And fair your fate, Friend, leave your lot of earth Less desolate. With frailing overdue, Why don’t you try The bit of God in you To justify? Try to discern the grace […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Widow. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Widow I don’t think men of eighty odd Should let a surgeon operate; Better to pray for peace with God, And reconcile oneself to Fate: At four-score years we really should Be quite prepared to go for good. That’s what […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Undying. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Undying She was so wonderful I wondered If wedding me she had not blundered; She was so pure, so high above me, I marvelled how she came to love me: Or did she? Well, in her own fashion - Affection, pity, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Smoking Frog. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Smoking Frog Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o’er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They’d jammed within its throttle. A Pasha frog it must have been So big it as and bloated; And from […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Robbers. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Robbers Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree, In whose green shade I smoked my pipe And waited for the fruit to ripe; From green to purple softly swell Then drop into my lap to tell […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Nostomaniac. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Nostomaniac On the ragged edge of the world I’ll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And a bunch of bones on the boundless snows The end of my trail… who knows, who knows! I’m dreaming […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Lone Trail. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Одинокий путь
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Lone Trail Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by; The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Host. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Host I never could imagine God: I don’t suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness but still In old of age as sight grows dim I have a sense of Him. For when I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Goat and I. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Goat and I Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of brass. And all the while I am in sight He seems to muse, And stares at me with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Ballad of the Leather Medal. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Ballad of the Leather Medal Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet of my humble treasures I value it most of all, And I wouldn’t part with that […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Robbers. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Robbers Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree, In whose green shade I smoked my pipe And waited for the fruit to ripe; From green to purple softly swell Then drop into my lap to tell […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Nostomaniac. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Nostomaniac On the ragged edge of the world I’ll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And a bunch of bones on the boundless snows The end of my trail… who knows, who knows! I’m dreaming […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Lone Trail. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Одинокий путь
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Lone Trail Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by; The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. Night. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) Night HE cried out through the night: “Where is the light? Shall nevermore Open Heaven’s door? Oh, I am left Lonely, bereft!” He cried out through the night: It spread vaguely white, With its ghost of a moon […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Celia. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Celia Celia, we know, is sixty-five, Yet Celia’s face is seventeen; Thus winter in her breast must live, While summer in her face is seen. How cruel Celia’s fate, who hence Our heart’s devotion cannot try; Too pretty for our reverence, Too ancient […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Host. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Host I never could imagine God: I don’t suppose I ever will. Beside His altar fire I nod With senile drowsiness but still In old of age as sight grows dim I have a sense of Him. For when I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Goat and I. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Goat and I Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of brass. And all the while I am in sight He seems to muse, And stares at me with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Ballad of the Leather Medal. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Ballad of the Leather Medal Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet of my humble treasures I value it most of all, And I wouldn’t part with that […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Artist. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Artist All day with brow of anxious thought The dictionary through, Amid a million words he sought The sole one that would do. He wandered on from pub to pub Yet never ceased to seek With burning brain and pencil stub […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Stowaway. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Stowaway We’d left the sea-gulls long behind, And we were almost in mid-ocean; The sky was soft and blue and kind, The boat had scarcely any motion; Except that songfully it sped, And sheared the foam swift as an arrow… There fluttered […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Shiela. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Shiela When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the peewit call; As you bent above your knitting something fey was in your smile, And fine and soft and slow the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Remorse. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Remorse That scathing word I used in scorn (Though half a century ago) Comes back to me this April morn, Like boomerang to work me woe; Comes back to me with bitter blame (Though apple boughs are blossoming), And oh! the anguish […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pooch. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pooch Nurse, won’t you let him in? He’s barkin’ an’ scratchen’ the door, Makin’ so dreffel a din I jest can’t sleep any more; Out there in the dark an’ the cold, Hark to him scrape an’ whine, Breakin’ his heart o’ […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. Proem. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) Proem O ANTIQUE fables! beautiful and bright And joyous with the joyous youth of yore; O antique fables! for a little light Of that which shineth in you evermore, To cleanse the dimness from our weary eyes, And bathe our old world with a […]
English Poetry. James Thomson. Day. Джеймс Томсон.
James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон) Day WAKING one morning In a pleasant land, By a river flowing Over golden sand:– Whence flow ye, waters, O’er your golden sand? We come flowing From the Silent Land. Whither go ye, waters, O’er your golden sand? We go flowing To […]
English Poetry. Alexander Pope. Ode on Solitude. Александр Поуп.
Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Ode on Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. The Schoolboy. Уильям Блейк. Песни опыта. Школьник
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. The Schoolboy I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me: O what sweet company! But to go to school in a […]
English Poetry. William Makepeace Thackeray. Little Billee. Уильям Мейкпис Теккерей. Малютка Билли
William Makepeace Thackeray (Уильям Мейкпис Теккерей) Little Billee THERE were three sailors in Bristol City, Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain’s biscuit, And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. The Palace of Art. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) The Palace of Art ONE seemed all dark and red–a tract of sand, And some one pacing there alone, Who paced for ever in a glimmering land, Lit with a low large moon. One showed an iron coast and angry waves. You […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Night Song of Amalfi. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Night Song of Amalfi I ASKED the heaven of stars What I should I give my love– It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishermen go– It answered me with silence, Silence below. […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Two Songs for Solitude. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Two Songs for Solitude The Crystal Gazer I shall gather myself into myself again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one, I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball Where I can see the moon and the flashing […]
English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. Doctors. Сара Тисдейл.
Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Doctors EVERY night I lie awake And every day I lie abed And hear the doctors, Pain and Death, Confering at my head. They speak in scientific tones, Professional and low– One argues for a speedy cure, The other, sure and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Murderers. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Murderers He was my best and oldest friend. I’d known him all my life. And yet I’m sure towards the end He knew I loved his wife, And wonder, wonder if it’s why He came so dreadfully to die. He drove […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. I Have Some Friends. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) * * * I have some friends, some worthy friends, And worthy friends are rare: These carpet slippers on my feet, That padded leather chair; This old and shabby dressing-gown, So well the worse of wear. I have some friends, some […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Failure. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Failure He wrote a play; by day and night He strove with passion and delight; Yet knew, long ere the curtain drop, His drama was a sorry flop. In Parliament he sought a seat; Election Day brought dire defeat; Yet he […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Belated Bard. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Belated Bard The songs I made from joy of earth In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. But all the songs I sing today Take tediously the ear: Novemberishly dark are they With mortuary fear. For […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. An Old Story. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) An Old Story (Retold in Rhyme) They threw him in a prison cell; He moaned upon his bed. And when he crept from coils of hell: “Last night you killed,” they said. “last night in drunken rage you slew A […]