English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 38. The Morrow’s Message. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 38. The Morrow’s Message “Thou Ghost,” I said, “and is thy name To-day?– Yesterday’s son, with such an abject brow!– And can To-morrow be more pale than thou?” White yet I spoke, the silence answered: “Yea, Henceforth […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 28. Soul-Light. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 28. Soul-Light What other woman could be loved like you, Or how of you should love possess his fill? After the fulness of all rapture, still,– As at the end of some deep avenue A tender glamour […]
English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. Hymns of the Marshes. 3. Marsh Song – At Sunset. Сидни Ланьер.
Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Hymns of the Marshes. 3. Marsh Song – At Sunset OVER the monstrous shambling sea, Over the Caliban sea, Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest: Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red West,– Thy Prospero I’ll be. Over the humped and fishy sea, Over […]
English Poetry. Samuel Johnson. Stella In Mourning. Сэмюэл Джонсон.
Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) Stella In Mourning When lately Stella’s form display’d The beauties of the gay brocade, The nymphs, who found their power decline, Proclaim’d her not so fair as fine. ‘Fate! snatch away the bright disguise, And let the goddess trust her eyes.’ Thus blindly pray’d […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The World Well Lost. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The World Well Lost THAT year? Yes, doubtless I remember still,– Though why take count of every wind that blows! ‘T was plain, men said, that Fortune used me ill That year,–the self-same year I met with Rose. Crops failed; wealth […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Invocation. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Invocation THOU,–whose endearing hand once laid in sooth Upon thy follower, no want thenceforth, Nor toil, nor joy nor pain, nor waste of years Filled with all cares that deaden and subdue, Can make thee less to him–can make thee less Than […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Witchcraft. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Witchcraft A. D. 1692 SOE, Mistress Anne, faire neighbour myne, How rides a witche when nighte-winds blowe? Folk saye that you are none too goode To joyne the crewe in Salem woode, When one you wot of gives the signe: Righte […]
English Poetry. James Kenneth Stephen. Drinking Song. Джеймс Кеннет Стивен.
James Kenneth Stephen (Джеймс Кеннет Стивен) Drinking Song THERE are people, I know, to be found, Who say, and apparently think, That sorrow and care may be drowned By a timely consumption of drink. Does not man, these enthusiasts ask, Most nearly approach the divine, When engaged […]
English Poetry. James Kenneth Stephen. The Ballade of the Incompetent Ballade-Monger. Джеймс Кеннет Стивен.
James Kenneth Stephen (Джеймс Кеннет Стивен) The Ballade of the Incompetent Ballade-Monger I am not ambitious at all: I am not a poet, I know (Though I do love to see a mere scrawl To order and symmetry grow). My muse is uncertain and slow, […]
English Poetry. Henry Sambrooke Leigh. A Scientific Drinking Song. Генри Самбрук Ли.
Henry Sambrooke Leigh (Генри Самбрук Ли) A Scientific Drinking Song Go, bring me the goblet that maddens my soul: Where the sulphate of copper lurks deep in the bowl; Where the saccharine matter tastes richly intense, And the brain-turning alcohol threatens the sense. Deleterious acids, I laugh ye […]
English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. Hymns of the Marshes. 2. Individuality. Сидни Ланьер.
Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Hymns of the Marshes. 2. Individuality SAIL on, sail on, fair cousin Cloud: Oh loiter hither from the sea. Still-eyed and shadow-brow’d, Steal off from yon far-drifting crowd, And come and brood upon the marsh with me. Yon laboring low horizon-smoke, Yon stringent […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 52. Willowwood – 4. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 52. Willowwood – 4 So sang he: and as meeting rose and rose Together cling through the wind’s wellaway Nor change at once, yet near the end of day The leaves drop loosened where the heart-stain glows,– […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 31. Her Gifts. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 31. Her Gifts High grace, the dower of queens; and therewithal Some wood-born wonder’s sweet simplicity; A glance like water brimming with the sky Or hyacinth-light where forest-shadows fall; Such thrilling pallor of cheek as doth enthral […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 42. Hope Overtaken. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 42. Hope Overtaken I deemed thy garments, O my Hope, were gray, So far I viewed thee. Now the space between Is passed at length; and garmented in green Even as in days of yore thou stand’st […]
English Poetry. Samuel Johnson. The Vanity of Wealth. Сэмюэл Джонсон.
Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) The Vanity of Wealth No more thus brooding o’er yon heap, With avarice painful vigils keep: Still unenjoy’d the present store, Still endless sighs are breathed for more. O! quit the shadow, catch the prize, Which not all India’s treasure buys! To purchase with […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 58. True Woman – 3. Her Heaven. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 58. True Woman – 3. Her Heaven If to grow old in Heaven is to grow young, (As the Seer saw and said,) then blest were he With youth for evermore, whose heaven should be True Woman, […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 100. Newborn Death – 2. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 100. Newborn Death – 2 And thou, O Life, the lady of all bliss, With whom, when our first heart beat full and fast, I wandered till the haunts of men were pass’d, And in fair places […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 75. Old and New Art – 2. Not as These. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 75. Old and New Art – 2. Not as These “I am not as these are,” the poet saith In youth’s pride, and the painter, among men At bay, where never pencil comes nor pen, And shut […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Mors Benefica. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Mors Benefica GIVE me to die unwitting of the day, And stricken in Life’s brave heat, with senses clear: Not swathed and couched until the lines appear Of Death’s wan mask upon this withering clay, But as that old man eloquent made […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Discoverer. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Discoverer I HAVE a little kinsman Whose earthly summers are but three, And yet a voyager is he Greater than Drake or Frobisher, Than all their peers together! He is a brave discoverer, And, far beyond […]
English Poetry. Alexander Smith. Love. Александр Смит.
Alexander Smith (Александр Смит) Love THE fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays, The churlish thistles, scented briers, The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny braes, Down to the central fires, Exist alike in Love. Love is a sea Filling all the abysses dim Of lornest space, in […]
English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. The Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson. Сидни Ланьер.
Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) The Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson “Order A. P. Hill to prepare for battle.” “Tell Major Hawks to advance the Commissary train.” “Let us cross the river and rest in the shade.” THE stars of Night contain the glittering Day And rain […]
English Poetry. Sidney Lanier. Hymns of the Marshes. 1. Sunrise. Сидни Ланьер.
Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) Hymns of the Marshes. 1. Sunrise IN my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep; Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The Lady’s Lament. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The Lady’s Lament Never happy any more! Aye, turn the saying o’er and o’er, It says but what it said before, And heart and life are just as sore. The wet leaves blow aslant the floor In the rain through the open […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The Wombat. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The Wombat OH how the family affections combat Within this heart, and each hour flings a bomb at My burning soul! Neither from owl nor from bat Can peace be gained until I clasp my wombat. Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s other poems: The […]
English Poetry. Samuel Johnson. From Boethius. Сэмюэл Джонсон.
Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) From Boethius O Thou! whose power o’er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. ‘Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 26. Mid-Rapture. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 26. Mid-Rapture Thou lovely and beloved, thou my love; Whose kiss seems still the first; whose summoning eyes, Even now, as for our love-world’s new sunrise, Shed very dawn; whose voice, attuned above All modulation of the […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 23. Love’s Baubles. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 23. Love’s Baubles I stood where Love in brimming armfuls bore Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit: And round him ladies thronged in warm pursuit, Fingered and lipped and proffered the strange store. And from […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 13. Youth’s Antiphony. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 13. Youth’s Antiphony “I love you, sweet: how can you ever learn How much I love you?” “You I love even so, And so I learn it.” “Sweet, you cannot know How fair you are.” “If fair […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The House of Life. Sonnet 9. Passion and Worship. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The House of Life. Sonnet 9. Passion and Worship One flame-winged brought a white-winged harp-player Even where my lady and I lay all alone; Saying: “Behold, this minstrel is unknown; Bid him depart, for I am minstrel here: Only my strains are […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. To Thomas Woolner. Данте Габриэль Россетти.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) To Thomas Woolner First Snow, February WOOLNER, to-night it snows for the first time. Our feet know well the path where in this snow Mine leave one track: how all the ways we know Are hoary in the long-unwonted rime! Grey as […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. The Snow-Dog. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) The Snow-Dog She has not a morsel to eat! Just fancy a child in that state, Creeping along all alone in the street, A sweet little creature of eight. The mansion is splendidly lit, The supper is shining through flowers, But the […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. What We May See. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) What We May See Lying in the shadow, looking at the sky, Proud sweet hours glance back at us, smile in passing by; Show us something to regret, leave us where we lie: Show us growths of crimson cloud that lean on […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Heroes. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Heroes Children, when you sat wishing, Down last night on the sands, Beckoning moments of glory, With little helpless hands, I heard you saying and sighing, As the wind went over the seas, “There never will come knights-errant To common days like […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Day’s Fishing. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) A Day’s Fishing Down by the pier, when the sweet morn is blowing, Slips from her moorings the fisher’s light bark, Sends up her ringing sails while she is going, Spread on the skies like the wings of the Dark! Treads […]
English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. Rain after Drought. Менелла Бьют Смедли.
Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли) Rain after Drought A wind came out of the Moon’s clear heart, Straight and soft in my face it blew; It was not cold, but it made me start, And think of something new. What is coming? A thunder-cloud To cover the […]
English Poetry. Samuel Johnson. To a Young Lady, on Her Birthday. Сэмюэл Джонсон.
Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) To a Young Lady, on Her Birthday This tributary verse receive, my fair, Warm with an ardent lover’s fondest prayer, May this returning day for ever find Thy form more lovely, more adorn’d thy mind; All pains, all cares, may favouring heaven remove, All […]
English Poetry. Alexander Smith. To —-. Александр Смит.
Alexander Smith (Александр Смит) To —- THE BROKEN moon lay in the autumn sky, And I lay at thy feet; You bent above me; in the silence I Could hear my wild heart beat. I spoke; my soul was full of trembling fears At what my words […]
English Poetry. Alexander Smith. Glasgow. Александр Смит.
Alexander Smith (Александр Смит) Glasgow SING, poet, ’tis a merry world; That cottage smoke is rolled and curled In sport, that every moss Is happy, every inch of soil: – Before me runs a road of toil With my grave cut across. Sing, trailing showers and breezy downs […]
English Poetry. Phoebe Cary. The Lovers. Фиб Кэри.
Phoebe Cary (Фиб Кэри) The Lovers SALLY Salter, she was a young teacher who taught, And her friend, Charley Church, was a preacher who praught, Though his enemies called him a screecher who scraught. His heart, when he saw her, kept sinking and sunk, And his eye, […]