English Poetry. William Cowper. God Moves In A Mysterious Way. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) * * * God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Son. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Son I must not let my boy Dick down, Knight of the air. With wings of light he won renown Then crashed somewhere. To fly to France from London town I do not dare. Oh he was such a simple […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Moon Song. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Moon Song A child saw in the morning skies The dissipated-looking moon, And opened wide her big blue eyes, And cried: “Look, look, my lost balloon!” And clapped her rosy hands with glee: “Quick, mother! Bring it back to me.” A […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Little Moccasins. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Little Moccasins Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the light! I’ll play the old Red River reel, you used to love it so: Awake, O Little Moccasins, and dance […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Hate. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Hate I had a bitter enemy, His heart to hate he gave, And when I died he swore that he Would dance upon my grave; That he would leap and laugh because A livid corpse was I, And that’s the reason why […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Gentle Gaoler. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Gentle Gaoler Being a gaoler I’m supposed To be a hard-boiled guy; Yet never prison walls enclosed A kinder soul than I: Passing my charges precious pills To end their ills. And if in gentle sleep they die, And pass to […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Divine Detachment. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Divine Detachment One day the Great Designer sought His Clerk of Birth and Death. Said he: “Two souls are in my thought, to whom I gave life-breath. I deemed my work was fitly done, But yester-eve I saw That in the finished […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Cocotte. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Cocotte When a girl’s sixteen, and as poor as she’s pretty, And she hasn’t a friend and she hasn’t a home, Heigh-ho! She’s as safe in Paris city As a lamb night-strayed where the wild wolves roam; And that was I; oh, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Black Moran. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Black Moran The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. And as for sunny Southland bound, through weary woods they sped, The solitude that ringed them round was silent as […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bank Robber. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bank Robber I much admire, I must admit, The man who robs a Bank; It takes a lot of guts and grit, For lack of which I thank The gods: a chap ‘twould make of me You wouldn’t ask to tea. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Allouette. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Allouette Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting spit; Happy larks that summer-long Stormed the radiant sky, Adoration in their song . . . Packed to make a pie.> […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Despair. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Despair I have experienc’d The worst, the World can wreak on me–the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With whisper’d Discontents the dying prayer– I have beheld the whole of all, wherein My Heart had any interest in this Life, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Song of Winter Weather. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Song of Winter Weather It isn’t the foe that we fear; It isn’t the bullets that whine; It isn’t the business career Of a shell, or the bust of a mine; It isn’t the snipers who seek To nip our young […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Hero. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Hero Three times I had the lust to kill, To clutch a throat so young and fair, And squeeze with all my might until No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out, Though on my brow […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Cocotte. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Cocotte When a girl’s sixteen, and as poor as she’s pretty, And she hasn’t a friend and she hasn’t a home, Heigh-ho! She’s as safe in Paris city As a lamb night-strayed where the wild wolves roam; And that was I; oh, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Cocotte. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Cocotte When a girl’s sixteen, and as poor as she’s pretty, And she hasn’t a friend and she hasn’t a home, Heigh-ho! She’s as safe in Paris city As a lamb night-strayed where the wild wolves roam; And that was I; oh, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Black Moran. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Black Moran The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. And as for sunny Southland bound, through weary woods they sped, The solitude that ringed them round was silent as […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Black Moran. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Black Moran The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. And as for sunny Southland bound, through weary woods they sped, The solitude that ringed them round was silent as […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bank Robber. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bank Robber I much admire, I must admit, The man who robs a Bank; It takes a lot of guts and grit, For lack of which I thank The gods: a chap ‘twould make of me You wouldn’t ask to tea. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bank Robber. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bank Robber I much admire, I must admit, The man who robs a Bank; It takes a lot of guts and grit, For lack of which I thank The gods: a chap ‘twould make of me You wouldn’t ask to tea. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Allouette. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Allouette Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting spit; Happy larks that summer-long Stormed the radiant sky, Adoration in their song . . . Packed to make a pie.> […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Allouette. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Allouette Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting spit; Happy larks that summer-long Stormed the radiant sky, Adoration in their song . . . Packed to make a pie.> […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Despair. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Despair I have experienc’d The worst, the World can wreak on me–the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With whisper’d Discontents the dying prayer– I have beheld the whole of all, wherein My Heart had any interest in this Life, […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Despair. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Despair I have experienc’d The worst, the World can wreak on me–the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With whisper’d Discontents the dying prayer– I have beheld the whole of all, wherein My Heart had any interest in this Life, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Song of Winter Weather. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Song of Winter Weather It isn’t the foe that we fear; It isn’t the bullets that whine; It isn’t the business career Of a shell, or the bust of a mine; It isn’t the snipers who seek To nip our young […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Song of Winter Weather. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Song of Winter Weather It isn’t the foe that we fear; It isn’t the bullets that whine; It isn’t the business career Of a shell, or the bust of a mine; It isn’t the snipers who seek To nip our young […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Hero. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Hero Three times I had the lust to kill, To clutch a throat so young and fair, And squeeze with all my might until No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out, Though on my brow […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Hero. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Hero Three times I had the lust to kill, To clutch a throat so young and fair, And squeeze with all my might until No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out, Though on my brow […]
English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 23. A Parable. Артур Конан Дойль. «Гвардия идёт на прорыв» (1919). 23. Притча о Граале
Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 23. A Parable HIGH-BROW HOUSE was furnished well With many a goblet fair; So when they brought the Holy Grail, There was never a space to spare. Simple Cottage was clear and clean, With room to […]
English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 8. The Volunteer. Артур Конан Дойль.
Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 8. The Volunteer (1914–1919) The dreams are passed and gone, old man, That came to you and me, Of a six days’ stunt on an east coast front, And the Hun with his back to the […]
English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 14. Ragtime!. Артур Конан Дойль.
Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 14. Ragtime! [“During the catastrophe the band of the Titanic played negro melodies and ragtime until the last moment, when they broke into a hymn.” — Daily Paper.] Ragtime! Ragtime! Keep it going still! […]
English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 10. The Bugles of Canada. Артур Конан Дойль.
Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 10. The Bugles of Canada The Farmer in the morning Stood with slanted head, In the wintry dawning By the milking-shed; From the camp behind the hill He could hear the bugles shrill, “We are here! We […]
English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 6. Ypres. Артур Конан Дойль.
Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 6. Ypres September, 1915 Push on, my Lord of Würtemberg, across the Flemish Fen! See where the lure of Ypres calls you! There’s just one ragged British line of Plumer’s weary men; It’s true they held […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Victory Stuff. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Victory Stuff What d’ye think, lad; what d’ye think, As the roaring crowds go by? As the banners flare and the brasses blare And the great guns rend the sky? As the women laugh like they’d all gone mad, And the champagne […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Victory Stuff. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Victory Stuff What d’ye think, lad; what d’ye think, As the roaring crowds go by? As the banners flare and the brasses blare And the great guns rend the sky? As the women laugh like they’d all gone mad, And the champagne […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Titine. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Titine Although I have a car of class, A limousine, I also have a jenny ass I call Titine. And if I had in sober sense To choose between, I know I’d give the preference To sleek Titine. My chauffeur drives […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Titine. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Titine Although I have a car of class, A limousine, I also have a jenny ass I call Titine. And if I had in sober sense To choose between, I know I’d give the preference To sleek Titine. My chauffeur drives […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Trust. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Trust Because I’ve eighty years and odd, And darkling is my day, I now prepare to meet my God, And for forgiveness pray. Not for salvation is my plea, Nor Heaven hope,–just rest: Begging: “Dear Father, pardon me, I did not […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Trust. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Trust Because I’ve eighty years and odd, And darkling is my day, I now prepare to meet my God, And for forgiveness pray. Not for salvation is my plea, Nor Heaven hope,–just rest: Begging: “Dear Father, pardon me, I did not […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Hexameters. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Hexameters William, my teacher, my friend! dear William and dear Dorothea! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and place it on desk or on table; Place it on table or desk; and your right hands loosely half-closing, Gently sustain them in […]