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English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Husky Team. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) My Husky Team I met an ancient man who mushed With Peary to the Pole. Said I, “In all that land so hushed What most inspired your soul?” He looked at me with bleary eye, He scratched a hoary head: “You know […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Miss Mischievous. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Miss Mischievous Miss Don’t-do-this and Don’t-do-that Has such a sunny smile You cannot help but chuckle at Her cuteness and her guile. Her locks are silken floss of gold, Her eyes are pansy blue: Maybe of years to eighty old The best […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Mammy. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Mammy I often wonder how Life clicks because They don’t make women now Like Mammy was. When broods of two or three Content most men, How wonderful was she With children ten! Though sixty years have gone, As I look back, […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Kings Must Die. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Kings Must Die Alphonso Rex who died in Rome Was quite a fistful as a kid; For when I visited his home, That gorgeous palace in Madrid, The grinning guide-chap showed me where He rode his bronco up the stair. That […]

English Poetry. John Keats. On a Dream. Джон Китс.

John Keats (Джон Китс) On a Dream As Hermes once took to his feathers light When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon’d and slept, So on a Delphic reed my idle spright So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’d, so bereft The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes, And, seeing it […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Jane. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Jane My daughter Jane makes dresses For beautiful Princesses; But though she’s plain is Jane, Of needlework she’s vain, And makes such pretty things For relatives of Kings. She reads the picture papers Where Royalties cut capers, And often says to […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Include Me Out. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Include Me Out I grabbed the new Who’s Who to see My name; but it was not. Said I: “The form they posted me I filled and sent; so what?” I searched the essies,” dour with doubt… Darn! It was plain […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. His Boys. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) His Boys “I’m going, Billy, old fellow. Hist, lad! Don’t make any noise. There’s Boches to beat all creation, the pitch of a bomb away. I’ve fixed the note to your collar, you’ve got to get back to my Boys, You’ve got […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Gods in the Gutter. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Gods in the Gutter I dreamed I saw three demi-gods who in a cafe sat, And one was small and crapulous, and one was large and fat; And one was eaten up with vice and verminous at that. The first he […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Finistere. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Finistere Hurrah! I’m off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere; My satchel’s swinging on my back, my staff is in my hand; I’ve twenty louis in my purse, I know the sun and sea are there, And so I’m starting out to-day […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Facility. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Facility So easy ’tis to make a rhyme, That did the world but know it, Your coachman might Parnassus climb, Your butler be a poet. Then, oh, how charming it would be If, when in haste hysteric You called the page, […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dark Truth. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Dark Truth Birds have no consciousness of doom: Yon thrush that serenades me daily From scented snow of hawthorn bloom Would not trill out his glee so gaily, Could he foretell his songful breath Would sadly soon be stilled in death. […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bingo. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Бинго

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bingo The daughter of the village Maire Is very fresh and very fair, A dazzling eyeful; She throws upon me such a spell That though my love I dare not tell, My heart is sighful. She has the cutest brown caniche, The […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. Artist. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Artist He gave a picture exhibition, Hiring a little empty shop. Above its window: FREE ADMISSION Cajoled the passers-by to stop; Just to admire; no need to purchase, Although his price might have been low: But no proud artist ever urges Potential […]

English Poetry. Robert William Service. A Cabbage Patch. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) A Cabbage Patch Folk ask if I’m alive, Most think I’m not; Yet gaily I contrive To till my plot. The world its way can go, I little heed, So long as I can grow The grub I need. For though […]

English Poetry. John Keats. Dawlish Fair. Джон Китс.

John Keats (Джон Китс) Dawlish Fair Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish– Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale And gingerbread nuts are smallish. ————- Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill And kicked up her petticoats fairly; Says I I’ll […]

English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 7. Grousing. Артур Конан Дойль.

Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 7. Grousing “The army swore terribly in Flanders.” Uncle Toby. What do the soldiers say? “Dam! Dam! Dam! I don’t mind cold, I don’t mind heat, Over the top for a Sunday treat, With Fritz […]

English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 4. Haig Is Moving. August 1918. Артур Конан Дойль.

Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 4. Haig Is Moving. August 1918 Haig is moving! Three plain words are all that matter, Mid the gossip and the chatter, Hopes in speeches, fears in papers, Pessimistic froth and vapours— Haig is moving! Haig […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Looking Across. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Looking Across I It is dark in the sky, And silence is where Our laughs rang high; And recall do I That One is out there. II The dawn is not nigh, And the trees are bare, And the waterways […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Dolls. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Dolls ‘Whenever you dress me dolls, mammy, Why do you dress them so, And make them gallant soldiers, When never a one I know; And not as gentle ladies With frills and frocks and curls, As people dress the dollies Of other […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Prefers Her Earthly. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Prefers Her Earthly This after-sunset is a sight for seeing, Cliff-heads of craggy cloud surrounding it. – And dwell you in that glory-show? You may; for there are strange strange things in being, Stranger than I know. Yet if that chasm […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. During Wind and Rain. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) During Wind and Rain They sing their dearest songs – He, she, all of them – yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one to play; With the candles mooning each face… Ah, no; the years O! How the sick leaves reel […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Wind’s Prophecy. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Wind’s Prophecy I travel on by barren farms, And gulls glint out like silver flecks Against a cloud that speaks of wrecks, And bellies down with black alarms. I say: ‘Thus from my lady’s arms I go; those arms I love the […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Five Students. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Five Students The sparrow dips in his wheel-rut bath, The sun grows passionate-eyed, And boils the dew to smoke by the paddock-path; As strenuously we stride, – Five of us; dark He, fair He, dark She, fair She, I, All beating by. […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Ballet. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Ballet They crush together – a rustling heap of flesh – Of more than flesh, a heap of souls; and then They part, enmesh, And crush together again, Like the pink petals of a too sanguine rose Frightened shut just when it […]

English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. His Apologies. Редьярд Киплинг. Его оправдания

Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) His Apologies Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old. He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled. But Thou hast forgiven his ugliness, and settled him on Thy knee… Art Thou content with Thy Servant? He is very […]

English Poetry. John Keats. You Say You Love. Джон Китс.

John Keats (Джон Китс) * * * I You say you love ; but with a voice Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself While the chime-bell ringeth- O love me truly! II You say you love; but with a smile […]

English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. Non Nobis Domine! Written for «The Pageant of Parliament». Редьярд Киплинг. Non Nobis Domine! 1934

Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Non Nobis Domine! Written for «The Pageant of Parliament» Non nobis Domine! — Not unto us, O Lord! The Praise or Glory be Of any deed or word; For in Thy Judgment lies To crown or bring to nought All knowledge or device That […]

English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 5. The Guns in Sussex. Артур Конан Дойль.

Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 5. The Guns in Sussex Light green of grass and richer green of bush Slope upwards to the darkest green of fir; How still! How deathly still! And yet the hush Shivers and trembles with some subtle […]

English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 22. Lindisfaire. Артур Конан Дойль.

Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 22. Lindisfaire Horses go down the dingy lane, But never a horse comes up again. The greasy yard where the red hides lie Marks the place where the horses die. Wheat was sinking year by year, […]

English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «My New-Cut Ashlar». Редьярд Киплинг. «Мой новый куб»

Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «My New-Cut Ashlar» My New-Cut ashlar takes the light Where crimson-blank the windows flare. By my own work before the night, Great Overseer, I make my prayer. If there be good in that I wrought Thy Hand compelled it, Master, Thine– Where I […]

English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 12. The Bigot. Артур Конан Дойль.

Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 12. The Bigot The foolish Roman fondly thought That gods must be the same to all, Each alien idol might be brought Within their broad Pantheon Hall. The vision of a jealous Jove Was far above their […]

English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 2. Victrix. Артур Конан Дойль.

Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 2. Victrix How was it then with England? Her faith was true to her plighted word, Her strong hand closed on her blunted sword, Her heart rose high to the foeman’s hate, She walked with God on […]

English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «The City of Brass». Редьярд Киплинг. «Медный город». 1909

Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «The City of Brass» 1909 “Here was a people whom after their works thou shalt see wept over for their lost dominion: and in this palace is the last information respecting lords collected in the dust.” – The Arabian Nights. In […]

English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 9. The Night Patrol. Артур Конан Дойль. «Гвардия идёт на прорыв» (1919). 9. Ночной патруль

Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 9. The Night Patrol September 1918 Behind me on the darkened pier They crowd and chatter, man and maid, A coon-song gently strikes the ear, A flapper giggles in the shade. There where the in-turned lantern […]

English Poetry. Arthur Conan Doyle. «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 24. Fate. Артур Конан Дойль. «Гвардия идёт на прорыв» (1919). 24. Судьба

Arthur Conan Doyle (Артур Конан Дойль) «The Guards Came Through» (1919). 24. Fate I know not how I know, And yet I know. I do not plan to go, And yet I go. There is some dim force propelling, Gently guiding and compelling, And a faint voice ever […]

English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «Barrack-Room Ballads». 54. Piet. Regular of the Line. Редьярд Киплинг.

Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «Barrack-Room Ballads». 54. Piet. Regular of the Line I DO not love my Empire’s foes, Nor call ’em angels; still, What is the sense of ’atin’ those ’Oom you are paid to kill? So, barrin’ all that foreign lot Which […]

English Poetry. John Keats. Ode on a Grecian Urn. Джон Китс. Ода к греческой вазе

John Keats (Джон Китс) Ode on a Grecian Urn Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or […]

English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «Barrack-Room Ballads». 57. The Return. All Arms. Редьярд Киплинг. «Казарменные баллады». 57. Возвращение. (Всеобщая демобилизация)

Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «Barrack-Room Ballads». 57. The Return. All Arms Peace is declared, an’ I return To ’Ackneystadt, but not the same; Things ’ave transpired which made me learn The size and meanin’ of the game. I did no more than others did, I don’t know where […]

English Poetry. Rudyard Kipling. «Barrack-Room Ballads». 53. Half-Ballade of Waterval. Non-Commissioned Officers in Charge of Prisoners. Редьярд Киплинг. «Казарменные баллады». 53. Полубаллада о Ватерфале. (Унтер-офицеры, надзирающие за военнопленными)

Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) «Barrack-Room Ballads». 53. Half-Ballade of Waterval. Non-Commissioned Officers in Charge of Prisoners When by the labour of my ’ands I’ve ’elped to pack a transport tight With prisoners for foreign lands, I ain’t transported with delight. I know it’s only just an’ right, But […]