English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Old Furniture. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Old Furniture I know not how it may be with others Who sit amid relics of householdry That date from the days of their mothers’ mothers, But well I know how it is with me Continually. I see the hands of the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Royal Sponsors. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Royal Sponsors ‘The king and the queen will stand to the child; ’Twill be handed down in song; And it’s no more than their deserving, With my lord so faithful at Court so long, And so staunch and strong. ‘O never before […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Musical Box. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Musical Box Lifelong to be Seemed the fair colour of the time; That there was standing shadowed near A spirit who sang to the gentle chime Of the self-struck notes, I did not hear, I did not see. Thus did it […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Overlooking the River Stour. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Overlooking the River Stour The swallows flew in the curves of an eight Above the river-gleam In the wet June’s last beam: Like little crossbows animate The swallows flew in the curves of an eight Above the river-gleam. Planing up shavings of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Head above the Fog. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Head above the Fog Something do I see Above the fog that sheets the mead, A figure like to life indeed, Moving along with spectre-speed, Seen by none but me. O the vision keen! – Tripping along to me for love […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Will Davies and Dick Turpin. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Вилл Дэвис и Дик Тюрпин
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Will Davies and Dick Turpin Hodie mihi, crаs tibi. – SAINT AUGUSTIN. One night, when mounted on my mare, To Bagshot Heath I did repair, And saw Will Davies hanging there, Upon the gibbet bleak and bare, With a rustified, fustified, […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Scampsman. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о разбойнике
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Scampsman Quis verè rex? SENECA. There is not a king, should you search the world round, So blithe as the king of the road to be found; His pistol’s his sceptre, his saddle’s his throne, Whence he levies supplies, or […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Corpse Candle. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Блуждающий огонёк
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Corpse Candle Lambere flamma ταφος et circum funera pasci. Through the midnight gloom did a pale blue light To the churchyard mirk wing its lonesome flight: – Thrice it floated those old walls round – Thrice it paused – till […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Old Water-Drinker’s Grave. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Эпитафия на могилу старого водохлёба
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Old Water-Drinker’s Grave I. A stingy curmudgeon lies under the stone, Who ne’er had the heart to get mellow; — A base water-drinker! — I’m glad he is gone, We’re well rid of the frowsy old fellow. […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. An Autumn Mood. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) An Autumn Mood Pile the pyre, light the fire-there is fuel enough and to spare; You have fire enough and to spare with your madness and gladness; Burn the old year-it is dead, and dead, and done. There is something under the […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Jerry Juniper’s Chant. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Песня Джерри Можжевельника
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Jerry Juniper’s Chant In a box1 of the stone jug2 I was born, Of a hempen widow3 the kid forlorn. Fake away, And my father, as I’ve heard say, Fake away. Was a merchant of capers4 gay, Who cut his last […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Legend of the Lady of Rookwood. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Легенда о леди Руквуд
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Legend of the Lady of Rookwood Grim Ranulph home hath at midnight come, from the long wars of the Roses, And the squire, who waits at his ancient gates, a secret dark discloses; To that varlet’s words no […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Newgate Stone. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Ньюгейтский Камень
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Newgate Stone I. WHEN CLAUDE DU VAL was in Newgate thrown, He carved his name on the dungeon stone; Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, “You have carved your epitaph, CLAUDE DU VAL, With your chisel […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Legend of the Lime-Tree. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Легенда о Липе
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Legend of the Lime-Tree 1. Amid the grove o’er – arched above with lime – trees old and tall – The avenue that leads unto the Rookwood’s ancient hall – , High o’er the rest its towering […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Modern Greek. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Нынешний грек
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Modern Greek (Not translated from the Romale.) Come, gemmen, name, and make your game, See round the ball is spinning, Black, red, or blue, the colors view, Une, deux, cinque, ’tis beginning, Then make your game, The […]
English Poetry. Robert Southwell. Content and Rich. Роберт Саутвелл.
Robert Southwell (Роберт Саутвелл) Content and Rich I dwell in Grace’s court, Enriched with Virtue’s rights; Faith guides my wit, Love leads my will, Hope all my mind delights. In lowly vales I mount To pleasure’s highest pitch; My silly shroud true honour brings; My poor estate […]
English Poetry. Robert Southwell. Upon the Image of Death. Роберт Саутвелл.
Robert Southwell (Роберт Саутвелл) Upon the Image of Death Before my face the picture hangs That daily should put me in mind Of those cold names and bitter pangs That shortly I am like to find; But yet, alas, full little I Do think hereon that […]
English Poetry. Robert Southwell. New Prince, New Pomp. Роберт Саутвелл.
Robert Southwell (Роберт Саутвелл) New Prince, New Pomp Behold, a seely tender babe In freezing winter night In homely manger trembling lies, – Alas, a piteous sight! The inns are full, no man will yield This little pilgrim bed, But forced he is with seely […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Legend of Valdez. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Легенда о Доне Вальдесе
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Legend of Valdez I. ’Tis night! – Forth Valdez, in disguise, Hies; And his visage, as he glides, Hides. Goes he to yon church to pray? Eh! No! that fane a secret path Hath, Leading to a neighbouring pile’s Aisles! […]
English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. Oil and Blood. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.
William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс) Oil and Blood IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood; Their shrouds are bloody and […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Twice-Used Ring. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Кольцо с чужой руки
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Twice-Used Ring “Beware thy bridal day!” On her death-bud sighed my mother; “Beware, beware, I say, Death shall wed thee, and no other. Cold the hand shall grasp thee, Cold the arm shall clasp thee, Colder lips […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Churchyard Yew. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Кладбищенский тис
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Churchyard Yew —- Metuendaque succo Taxus. STATIUS. A noxious tree is the churchyard yew, As if from the dead its sap it drew; Dark are its branches, and dismal to see, Like plumes at Death’s latest solemnity. Spectral and […]
English Poetry. Robert Southwell. The Burning Babe. Роберт Саутвелл.
Robert Southwell (Роберт Саутвелл) The Burning Babe As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. How are Songs Begot and Bred?. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) * * * HOW are songs begot and bred? How do golden measures flow? From the heart, or from the head? Happy Poet, let me know. Tell me first how folded flowers Bud and bloom in vernal bowers; How the south […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. The Moon on the Spire. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) The Moon on the Spire THE white clouds lie in drifts to-night Around the moon, whose silver fire Kindles the old Cathedral spire, And makes the cross a living light. It gleams and twinkles through my blinds, It shines on those […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. To Edmund Clarence Stedman. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) To Edmund Clarence Stedman (With Shakespeare’s Sonnets) HAD we been living in the antique days, With him, whose young but cunning fingers penned These sugared sonnets to his strange-sweet friend, I dare be sworn we would have won the bays. Why […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. The Other World. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) The Other World It lies around us like a cloud, A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be. Its gentle breezes fan our cheek; Amid our worldly cares, Its gentle voices […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Midnight. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) Midnight All dark! – no light, no ray! Sun, moon, and stars, all gone! Dimness of anguish! – utter void! - Crushed, and alone! One waste of weary pain, One dull, unmeaning ache, A heart too weary even to throb, Too bruised […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Consolation. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) Consolation Ah, many-voiced and angry! how the waves Beat turbulent with terrible uproar! Is there no rest from tossing, – no repose? Where shall we find a haven and a shore? What is secure from the land-dashing wave? There go our riches, […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Oath of the Canting Crew. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Клятва Бродяжной Братии
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Oath of the Canting Crew I, Crank-Cuffin, swear to be True to this fraternity; That I will in all obey Rule and order of the lay. Never blow the gab, or squeak; Never snitch to bum or beak; But religiously maintain Authority […]
English Poetry. Jean Ingelow. The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire. Джин Инджелоу.
Jean Ingelow (Джин Инджелоу) The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; ‘Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best,’ quoth he ‘Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Hymn of the Conspirators in the Gunpowder Plot. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Гимн участников Порохового Заговора
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Hymn of the Conspirators in the Gunpowder Plot I. The heretic and heathen, Lord, Consume with fire, cut down with sword; The spoilers from thy temples thrust, Their altars trample in the dust. II. False princes […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Oliver Whiddles!. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Вот Оливер выкатил!
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Oliver Whiddles! Oliver whiddles – the tattler old! Telling what best hud been left untold. Oliver ne’er was a friend of mine; All glims I hate that so brightly shine. Give me a night black as hell, and then […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Hymn to Saint Thecla. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Гимн Святой Текле
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Hymn to Saint Thecla In my trouble, in my anguish, In the depths of my despair, As in grief and pain I languish, Unto thee I raise my prayer. Sainted virgin! martyr’d maiden! Let thy countenance incline Upon one with […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Game of High Toby. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Встреча на большой дороге
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Game of High Toby 1. Now Oliver puts his black night-cap on, And every star its glim is hiding, And forth to the heath is the scampsman gone, His matchless cherry-black prancer riding; Merrily over the Common, […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Carrion Crow. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Ворона
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Carrion Crow The Carrion Crow is a sexton bold, He raketh the dead from out the mould; He delveth the ground like a miser old, Stealthily hiding his store of gold. Caw! Caw! The Carrion Crow hath a […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Marlbrook to the Wars is Coming…. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Мальбрук, что гром, грохочет…
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) * * * MARLBROOK to the wars is coming! I fancy I hear his drumming; ’Twill put an end to the mumming Of our priest-ridden Monarque! For the moment lie enters Flanders, He’ll scare all our brave commanders, […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. The Serenade of Ma-Han-Shan. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) The Serenade of Ma-Han-Shan China COME to the window now, beautiful Yu Ying! The new moon is rising, white as the shell of a pearl. Your honored father and brother And the guests are still at table, Tipping the golden bottles, […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. Summer and Autumn. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) Summer and Autumn THE hot mid-summer, the bright mid-summer Reigns in its glory now: The earth is scorched with a golden fire, There are berries, dead-ripe, on every brier, And fruits on every bough. But the autumn days, so sober and […]
English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. The Mystery of Life. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) The Mystery of Life Life’s mystery – deep, restless as the ocean - Hath surged and wailed for ages to and fro; Earth’s generations watch its ceaseless motion, As in and out its hollow moanings flow. Shivering and yearning by that unknown sea, […]