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 […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Return. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Return They turned him loose; he bowed his head, A felon, bent and grey. His face was even as the Dead, He had no word to say. He sought the home of his old love, To look on her once […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Return. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Return They turned him loose; he bowed his head, A felon, bent and grey. His face was even as the Dead, He had no word to say. He sought the home of his old love, To look on her once […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Hinterland. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Hinterland You speak to me, but does your speech With truest truth your thought convey? I listen to your words and each Is what I wait to hear you say. The pattern that your lips reveal, How does it measure with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Hinterland. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Hinterland You speak to me, but does your speech With truest truth your thought convey? I listen to your words and each Is what I wait to hear you say. The pattern that your lips reveal, How does it measure with […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Flower Shop. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Flower Shop Because I have no garden and No pence to buy, Before the flower shop I stand And sigh. The beauty of the Springtide spills In glowing posies Of voilets and daffodils And roses. And as I see that […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Flower Shop. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Flower Shop Because I have no garden and No pence to buy, Before the flower shop I stand And sigh. The beauty of the Springtide spills In glowing posies Of voilets and daffodils And roses. And as I see that […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Ballad of Soulful Sam. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Ballad of Soulful Sam You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin’ line, Of our thin red kharki ‘eroes, out there where the bullets whine; Out there where the bombs are bustin’, and the cannons like […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Ballad of Soulful Sam. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Ballad of Soulful Sam You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin’ line, Of our thin red kharki ‘eroes, out there where the bullets whine; Out there where the bombs are bustin’, and the cannons like […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Answer. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Answer Bill has left his house of clay, Slammed the door and gone away: How he laughed but yesterday! I had two new jokes to tell, Salty, but he loved them well: Now I see his empty shell. Poker-faced […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Answer. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Answer Bill has left his house of clay, Slammed the door and gone away: How he laughed but yesterday! I had two new jokes to tell, Salty, but he loved them well: Now I see his empty shell. Poker-faced […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Striving. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Striving Striving is life, yet life is striving; I fight to live, yet live to fight; The vital urge is in my driving, Yet I must drive with all my might: Each day a battle, and the fray Stoutly renewed the coming […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Striving. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Striving Striving is life, yet life is striving; I fight to live, yet live to fight; The vital urge is in my driving, Yet I must drive with all my might: Each day a battle, and the fray Stoutly renewed the coming […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Ruins. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Ruins Ruins in Rome are four a penny, And here along the Appian Way I see the monuments of many Esteemed almighty in their day… Or so he makes me understand - My glib guide of the rubber bus, And tells me […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Ruins. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Ruins Ruins in Rome are four a penny, And here along the Appian Way I see the monuments of many Esteemed almighty in their day… Or so he makes me understand - My glib guide of the rubber bus, And tells me […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Raising the Flag. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Raising the Flag Behold! the Spanish flag they’re raising Before the Palace courtyard gate; To watch its progress bold and blazing Two hundred patient people wait. Though bandsmen play the anthem bravely The silken emblem seems to lag; Two hundred people watch […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Raising the Flag. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Raising the Flag Behold! the Spanish flag they’re raising Before the Palace courtyard gate; To watch its progress bold and blazing Two hundred patient people wait. Though bandsmen play the anthem bravely The silken emblem seems to lag; Two hundred people watch […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pipe Smoker. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pipe Smoker Because I love the soothing weed And am of sober type, I’d choose me for a friend in need A man who smokes a pipe. A cove who hasn’t much to say, And spits into the fire, Puffing like me […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pipe Smoker. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pipe Smoker Because I love the soothing weed And am of sober type, I’d choose me for a friend in need A man who smokes a pipe. A cove who hasn’t much to say, And spits into the fire, Puffing like me […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Old Ed. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Old Ed Our cowman, old Ed, hadn’t much in his head, And lots of folks though him a witling; But he wasn’t a fool, for he always kept cool, And his sole recreation was whittling. When I’d spill him my woes (ifantile, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Old Ed. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Old Ed Our cowman, old Ed, hadn’t much in his head, And lots of folks though him a witling; But he wasn’t a fool, for he always kept cool, And his sole recreation was whittling. When I’d spill him my woes (ifantile, […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Psyche. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Psyche The butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul’s fair emblem, and its only name– But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade Of mortal life !–For in this earthly frame Ours is the reptile’s lot, much toil, much blame, Manifold motions […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Psyche. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) Psyche The butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul’s fair emblem, and its only name– But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade Of mortal life !–For in this earthly frame Ours is the reptile’s lot, much toil, much blame, Manifold motions […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Navels. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Navels Men have navels more or less; Some are neat, some not Being fat I must confess Mine is far from hot. Woman’s is a pearly ring, Lovely to my mind; So of it to shyly sing I am inclined. I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Navels. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Navels Men have navels more or less; Some are neat, some not Being fat I must confess Mine is far from hot. Woman’s is a pearly ring, Lovely to my mind; So of it to shyly sing I am inclined. I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Garden. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Garden The world is sadly sick, they say, And plagued by woe and pain. But look! How looms my garden gay, With blooms in golden reign! With lyric music in the air, Of joy fulfilled in song, I can’t believe that […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Garden. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Garden The world is sadly sick, they say, And plagued by woe and pain. But look! How looms my garden gay, With blooms in golden reign! With lyric music in the air, Of joy fulfilled in song, I can’t believe that […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Calendar. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Calendar From off my calendar today A leaf I tear; So swiftly passes smiling May Without a care. And now the gentleness of June Will fleetly fly And I will greet the glamour moon Of lush July. Beloved months so […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Calendar. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Calendar From off my calendar today A leaf I tear; So swiftly passes smiling May Without a care. And now the gentleness of June Will fleetly fly And I will greet the glamour moon Of lush July. Beloved months so […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Man Child. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Man Child All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand With infantile delight; Just like a child, so soft and fair, Though he was twenty-five - An innocent, my mother […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Man Child. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Man Child All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand With infantile delight; Just like a child, so soft and fair, Though he was twenty-five - An innocent, my mother […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Last Look. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Last Look What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my sight The world I’ve loved with long delight? What would I pray to look on last, When Death shall draw […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Last Look. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Last Look What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid good-bye? When fades forever from my sight The world I’ve loved with long delight? What would I pray to look on last, When Death shall draw […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Julie Claire. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Julie Claire Oh Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well, And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale to tell Of sultry squeeze beneath the trees Or hugging in the hay… Of love her share had Julie Claire […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Julie Claire. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Julie Claire Oh Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well, And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale to tell Of sultry squeeze beneath the trees Or hugging in the hay… Of love her share had Julie Claire […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. I Will Not Fight. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) * * * I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my breast I deem that silence serves me best: So having not a word to say, Contemptuous I turn away. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. I Will Not Fight. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) * * * I will not fight: though proud of pith I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my breast I deem that silence serves me best: So having not a word to say, Contemptuous I turn away. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Grandad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Grandad Heaven’s mighty sweet, I guess; Ain’t no rush to git there: Been a sinner, more or less; Maybe wouldn’t fit there. Wicked still, bound to confess; Might jest pine a bit there. Heaven’s swell, the preachers say: Got so used […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Grandad. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Grandad Heaven’s mighty sweet, I guess; Ain’t no rush to git there: Been a sinner, more or less; Maybe wouldn’t fit there. Wicked still, bound to confess; Might jest pine a bit there. Heaven’s swell, the preachers say: Got so used […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Freethinker. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Freethinker Although the Preacher be a bore, The Atheist is even more. I ain’t religious worth a damn; My views are reckoned to be broad; And yet I shut up like a clam When folks get figgerin’ on God; I’d hate […]