English Poetry. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Knocking. Гарриет Бичер-Стоу.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) Knocking ‘Behold, I stand at the door and knock.’ Knocking, knocking, ever knocking? Who is there? ‘T is a pilgrim, strange and kingly, Never such was seen before;- Ah, sweet soul, for such a wonder Undo the door. No,-that door is […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. Hidden Flame. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) Hidden Flame I FEED a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me: ‘Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it, That I had rather die than once remove it. Yet he, for […]
English Poetry. John Godfrey Saxe. Love and Lucre. Джон Годфри Сакс.
John Godfrey Saxe (Джон Годфри Сакс) Love and Lucre Love and Lucre met one day, In chill November weather, And so, to wile the time away, They held discourse together. Love at first was rather shy, As thinking there was danger In venturing so very nigh The […]
English Poetry. John Godfrey Saxe. Bereavement. Джон Годфри Сакс.
John Godfrey Saxe (Джон Годфри Сакс) Bereavement NAY, weep not, dearest, though the child be dead; He lives again in Heaven’s unclouded life, With other angels that have early fled From these dark scenes of sorrow, sin, and strife. Nay, weep not, dearest, though thy yearning love Would […]
English Poetry. John Godfrey Saxe. The Origin of Wine. Джон Годфри Сакс.
John Godfrey Saxe (Джон Годфри Сакс) The Origin of Wine A GERMAN LEGEND I Ye friends of good cheer, I pray you give ear; I sing of old Noah who planted the vine; But first, if you please, our thirst to appease, Let’s drink to his […]
English Poetry. John Suckling. A Ballad upon a Wedding. Джон Саклинг. Свадебная баллада
John Suckling (Джон Саклинг) A Ballad upon a Wedding I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, O, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair. […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. In the Harem. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) In the Harem THE scent of burning sandal-wood Perfumes the air in vain; A sweeter odor fills my sense, A fiercer fire my brain! O, press your burning lips to mine!– For mine will never part, Until my heart has rifled […]
English Poetry. Richard Henry Stoddard. The Grape Gatherer. Ричард Генри Стоддард.
Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард) The Grape Gatherer Italy WELL, I have met you cousin, Where not a soul can see: What do you want? “You love me?” You trifle, Sir, with me. You love that grape-girl yonder, The one against the wall: She climbs, and […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. Loneliness. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) Loneliness THESE autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown, The sward with shrivelled foliage strown, The shrubs and trees By weary wings of sunshine overflown And timid silences,– Since first you, darling, called my spirit yours, Seem happy, and the gladness pours From day […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. Be Still. The Hanging Gardens Were a Dream. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) * * * BE still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream That over Persian roses flew to kiss The curled lashes of Semiramis. Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream. Provence and Troubadour are merest lies. The glorious hair of Venice was a beam […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. Six O’Clock. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) Six O’Clock NOW burst above the city’s cold twilight The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks: For day is done. Along the frozen docks The workmen set their ragged shirts aright. Thro’ factory doors a stream of dingy light Follows the scrimmage as it quickly […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. Mt. Lykaion. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) Mt. Lykaion ALONE on Lykaion since man hath been Stand on the height two columns, where at rest Two eagles hewn of gold sit looking East Forever; and the sun goes down between. Far down the mountain’s oval green An order keeps the falling […]
English Poetry. John Dryden. A Song to a Fair Young Lady Going out of Town in the Spring. Джон Драйден.
John Dryden (Джон Драйден) A Song to a Fair Young Lady Going out of Town in the Spring 1. Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flowers to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, And winter storms invert the year; Chloris is […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Thought in Two Moods. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Thought in Two Moods I saw it – pink and white – revealed Upon the white and green; The white and green was a daisied field, The pink and white Ethleen. And as I looked it seemed in kind That difference […]
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. The Rapparees. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о знаменитых ирландских разбойниках
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Rapparees Air “The Groves of the Pool” LET the Englishman boast of his Turpins and Sheppards, as cocks of the walk, His Mulsacks, and Cheneys, and Swiftnecks – it’s all botheration and talk; Compared with the robbers of […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. A Chapter of Highwaymen. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о знаменитых английских разбойниках
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) A Chapter of Highwaymen Of every rascal of every kind, The most notorious to my mind, Was the Cavalier Captain, gay JEMMY HIND! Which nobody can deny. But the pleasantest coxcomb among them all For lute, coranto, and madrigal, Was the […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Old Oak Coffin. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о дубовом гробе
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Old Oak Coffin Sic ego componi versus in ossa velim. – TIBULLUS. 1. In a churchyard, upon the sward, a coffin there was laid, And leaning stood, beside the wood, a sexton on his spade. A coffin […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. Pledge of the Highwayman. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о воровских невестах
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) Pledge of the Highwayman Come, fill up, a bumper to Eve’s fairest daughters, Who have lavished their smiles on the brave and the free; Toast the sweethearts of DUDLEY, HIND, WILMOT, and WATERS, Whate’er their attraction, whate’er their degree. Pledge! pledge […]
English Poetry. William Harrison Ainsworth. The Ballad of the Beard. Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт. Баллада о Бороде
William Harrison Ainsworth (Уильям Гаррисон Эйнсворт) The Ballad of the Beard I. IN masculine beauty, or else I am wrong, Perfection consists in a beard that is long; By man it is cherished, by woman revered, — Hence every good fellow is known by […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Haggis. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Хáггис
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Haggis Said Jock to Jean: “Whit did ye do Wi’ yon wee haggis, plump an’ grey, I carried home for me and you To cheer our hearts on Hogmanay?” Said Jean to Jock: “I didna’ ken […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Enemy Conscript. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Рекрут: монолог с неприятельской стороны
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Enemy Conscript What are we fighting for, We fellows who go to war? fighting for Freedom’s sake! (You give me the belly-ache.) Freedom to starve or slave! Freedom! aye, in the grave. Fighting for “hearth and home,” Who haven’t an inch of […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bookshelf. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Книжная полка
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bookshelf I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death’s shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the wall, Beside my bed, will mourn for me. Regard it… Aye, my taste is queer. Some of my bards you […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Five-Per-Cent. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Пять процентов
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Five-Per-Cent Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern, And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to earn. For in some procreative way that isn’t very clear, Ten thousand pounds will breed, they say, five hundred every year. […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. Bastard. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Незаконнорожденный
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) Bastard The very skies wee black with shame, As near my moment drew; The very hour before you cam I felt I hated you. But now I see how fair you are, How divine your eyes, It seems I step upon […]
English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. A Chanted Calendar. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.
Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл) A Chanted Calendar FIRST came the primrose, On the bank high, Like a maiden looking forth From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below, So look’d she, And saw the storms go by. Then came the wind-flower In […]
English Poetry. Robert William Service. The Wistful One. Роберт Уильям Сервис. Тоскующий
Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис) The Wistful One I sought the trails of South and North, I wandered East and West; But pride and passion drove me forth And would not let me rest. And still I seek, as still I roam, A snug roof overhead; Four […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. They Lived Enamoured of the Lovely Moon. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) * * * THEY lived enamoured of the lovely moon, The dawn and twilight on their gentle lake. Then Passion marvellously born did shake Their breast and drave them into the mid-noon. Their lives did shrink to one desire, and soon They rose fire-eyed […]
English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. Mnemosyne. Трамбэлл Стикни.
Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) Mnemosyne IT’S autumn in the country I remember. How warm a wind blew here about the ways! And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber During the long sun-sweetened summer-days. It’s cold abroad the country I remember. The swallows veering skimmed […]
English Poetry. George Sterling. A Legend of the Dove. Джордж Стерлинг.
George Sterling (Джордж Стерлинг) A Legend of the Dove SOFT from the linden’s bough, Unmoved against the tranquil afternoon, Eve’s dove laments her now: “Ah, gone! long gone! shall not I find thee soon?” That yearning in his voice Told not to Paradise a sorrow’s tale: As […]
English Poetry. George Sterling. The Gleaner. Джордж Стерлинг.
George Sterling (Джордж Стерлинг) The Gleaner OF ALL WE love or long for, what can last? The brief arbutus shines where shone the snow; The panic winds o’er dying flowers blow; Far in the quiet woodland dies the blast. Soft on the forehead of the hill are cast […]