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 […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Externalism. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Externalism The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last occasion that I met him: “Old chap, this world is more and more Becoming bourgeois, blasé, blousy: Thank God I’ve lived […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Externalism. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Externalism The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last occasion that I met him: “Old chap, this world is more and more Becoming bourgeois, blasé, blousy: Thank God I’ve lived […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The Complaint Of Ninathoma. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) The Complaint Of Ninathoma How long will ye round me be swelling, O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea? Not always in caves was my dwelling, Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree. Thro’ the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma In the […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The Complaint Of Ninathoma. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) The Complaint Of Ninathoma How long will ye round me be swelling, O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea? Not always in caves was my dwelling, Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree. Thro’ the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma In the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Duello. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Duello A Frenchman and an Englishman Resolved to fight a duel, And hit upon a savage plan, Because their hate was cruel. They each would fire a single shot In room of darkness pitchy, And who was killed and who was not […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Duello. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Duello A Frenchman and an Englishman Resolved to fight a duel, And hit upon a savage plan, Because their hate was cruel. They each would fire a single shot In room of darkness pitchy, And who was killed and who was not […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Carry On. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Carry On It’s easy to fight when everything’s right, And you’re mad with the thrill and the glory; It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It’s a different song when everything’s wrong, When you’re feeling […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Carry On. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Carry On It’s easy to fight when everything’s right, And you’re mad with the thrill and the glory; It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It’s a different song when everything’s wrong, When you’re feeling […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. At the Golden Pig. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) At the Golden Pig Where once with lads I scoffed my beer The landlord’s lass I’ve wed. Now I am lord and master here;– Thank God! the old man’s dead. I stand behind a blooming bar With belly like a tub, And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. At the Golden Pig. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) At the Golden Pig Where once with lads I scoffed my beer The landlord’s lass I’ve wed. Now I am lord and master here;– Thank God! the old man’s dead. I stand behind a blooming bar With belly like a tub, And […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Rolling Stone. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Rolling Stone There’s sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, I’m fellow to the trees. My golden youth I’m squandering, Sun-libertine am I; A-wandering, a-wandering, Until the day I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Rolling Stone. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Rolling Stone There’s sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, I’m fellow to the trees. My golden youth I’m squandering, Sun-libertine am I; A-wandering, a-wandering, Until the day I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. To Frank Dodd. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) To Frank Dodd Since four decades you’ve been to me Both Guide and Friend, I fondly hope you’ll always be, Right to the end; And though my rhymes you rarely scan (Oh, small the blame!) I joy that on this Page I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. To Frank Dodd. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) To Frank Dodd Since four decades you’ve been to me Both Guide and Friend, I fondly hope you’ll always be, Right to the end; And though my rhymes you rarely scan (Oh, small the blame!) I joy that on this Page I […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Three Bares. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Three Bares Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn’t get ’em clean And so she thought she’d soak ’em in a bucket o’ benzine. It worked all right. She wrung ’em out then wondered what she’d do With all […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Three Bares. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Three Bares Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn’t get ’em clean And so she thought she’d soak ’em in a bucket o’ benzine. It worked all right. She wrung ’em out then wondered what she’d do With all […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Record. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Record Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choice, I called her from her childish play, And made a record of her voice. And now that she is truly gone, I hear it sweet and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Record. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Record Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choice, I called her from her childish play, And made a record of her voice. And now that she is truly gone, I hear it sweet and […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Parting. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Parting Sky’s a-waxin’ grey, Got to be a-goin’; Gittin’ on my way, Where? I ain’t a-knowin’. Fellers, no more jokes, Fun an’ frisky greetin’– So long, all you folks, Been nice our meetin’. Sky’s a-growin’ dark, Have to be a-startin’. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Parting. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Parting Sky’s a-waxin’ grey, Got to be a-goin’; Gittin’ on my way, Where? I ain’t a-knowin’. Fellers, no more jokes, Fun an’ frisky greetin’– So long, all you folks, Been nice our meetin’. Sky’s a-growin’ dark, Have to be a-startin’. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Mother (Your children grow from you apart). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Mother (Your children grow from you apart) Your children grow from you apart, Afar and still afar; And yet it should rejoice your heart To see how glad they are; In school and sport, in work and play, And last, in […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Mother (Your children grow from you apart). Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Mother (Your children grow from you apart) Your children grow from you apart, Afar and still afar; And yet it should rejoice your heart To see how glad they are; In school and sport, in work and play, And last, in […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Judgement. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Judgement The Judge looked down, his face was grim, He scratched his ear; The gangster’s moll looked up at him With eyes of fear. She thought: ‘This guy in velvet gown, With balding pate, Who now on me is looking down, […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Judgement. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Judgement The Judge looked down, his face was grim, He scratched his ear; The gangster’s moll looked up at him With eyes of fear. She thought: ‘This guy in velvet gown, With balding pate, Who now on me is looking down, […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. To Sara. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) To Sara One kiss, dear maid! I said and sighed, Your scorn the little boon denied. Ah why refuse the blameless bliss? Can danger lurk within a kiss? Yon viewless wand’rer of the vale, The spirit of the western gale, At […]
English Poetry. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. To Sara. Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж) To Sara One kiss, dear maid! I said and sighed, Your scorn the little boon denied. Ah why refuse the blameless bliss? Can danger lurk within a kiss? Yon viewless wand’rer of the vale, The spirit of the western gale, At […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. Infant Sorrow. Уильям Блейк. Песни опыта. Дитя-горе
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. Infant Sorrow My mother groaned, my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt; Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father’s hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Experience. Infant Sorrow. Уильям Блейк. Песни опыта. Дитя-горе
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Experience. Infant Sorrow My mother groaned, my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt; Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father’s hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Dreamer. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Сон
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Dreamer The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now how sweet, how doubly sweet to hold All gay and gleamy to the campfire blaze. The evening sky was sinister […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Dreamer. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Сон
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Dreamer The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now how sweet, how doubly sweet to hold All gay and gleamy to the campfire blaze. The evening sky was sinister […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Teddy Bear. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Teddy Bear O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes — do you wonder why You’ve slept such a long, long while? As you lay so still in the cupboard dim, And you heard […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Teddy Bear. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Teddy Bear O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes — do you wonder why You’ve slept such a long, long while? As you lay so still in the cupboard dim, And you heard […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Ripeness. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Ripeness With peace and rest And wisdom sage, Ripeness is best Of every age. With hands that fold In pensive prayer, For grave-yard mold Prepare. From fighting free With fear forgot, Let ripeness be, Before the rot. With heart of cheer […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Ripeness. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Ripeness With peace and rest And wisdom sage, Ripeness is best Of every age. With hands that fold In pensive prayer, For grave-yard mold Prepare. From fighting free With fear forgot, Let ripeness be, Before the rot. With heart of cheer […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Quatrains. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Quatrains One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies with thee — the choice is thine, is thine, To hit the ties or drive thy auto-car. I answered Her: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Quatrains. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Quatrains One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies with thee — the choice is thine, is thine, To hit the ties or drive thy auto-car. I answered Her: […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pantheist. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pantheist Lolling on a bank of thyme Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme… Though peoples perish in defeat, And races suffer to survive, The sunshine never was so sweet, So vast he joy to be alive; The laughing leaves, the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Pantheist. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Pantheist Lolling on a bank of thyme Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme… Though peoples perish in defeat, And races suffer to survive, The sunshine never was so sweet, So vast he joy to be alive; The laughing leaves, the […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Neighbours. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Neighbours My neighbour has a field of wheat And I a rood of vine; And he will give me bread to eat, And I will give him wine. And so we are a jolly pair, Contentedly unwed, Singing with supper as we […]