English Poetry. John Reuben Thompson. The Battle Rainbow. Джон Рубен Томпсон.
John Reuben Thompson (Джон Рубен Томпсон) The Battle Rainbow The warm, weary day, was departing–the smile Of the sunset gave token the tempest had ceased; And the lightning yet fitfully gleamed for a while On the cloud that sank sullen and dark in the east. There our […]
English Poetry. John Reuben Thompson. Lee to the Rear. Джон Рубен Томпсон.
John Reuben Thompson (Джон Рубен Томпсон) Lee to the Rear Dawn of a pleasant morning in May, Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray; While perched in the tallest tree-tops, the birds Were carolling Mendelssohn’s “Song without Words.” Far from the haunts of men remote, The brook […]
English Poetry. John Reuben Thompson. Obsequies of Stuart. Джон Рубен Томпсон.
John Reuben Thompson (Джон Рубен Томпсон) Obsequies of Stuart We could not pause, while yet the noontide air Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing, The funeral pageant fitly to prepare— A nation’s great revealing. The smoke, above the glimmering woodland wide That skirts our southward border in […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Firebrand (Northern Ohio, Christmas Eve, 1804). Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Firebrand (Northern Ohio, Christmas Eve, 1804) Hark to a story of Christmas Eve In the lonely days of yore: ‘Tis of the measureless, savage woods By the great lake’s windy shore– Of mother and child, in a firelit span, Where the […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Holly and Mistletoe. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Holly and Mistletoe Said the Holly to the Mistletoe: “Of this holy-tide what canst know,– Thou a pagan–thou Of the leafless bough? My leaves are green, my scarlet berries shine At thought of things divine!” To the Holly spake the Mistletoe: […]
English Poetry. John Gay. The Coquet Mother and Coquet Daughter. Джон Гей. Кокетка мать и кокетка дочь
John Gay (Джон Гей) The Coquet Mother and Coquet Daughter A SONG At the close of the day, When the beanflower and hay Breath’d odours in every wind; Love enliven’d the veins Of the damsels and swains; Each glance and each action […]
English Poetry. John Gay. A Ballad on Ale. Джон Гей. Баллада об Эле
John Gay (Джон Гей) A Ballad on Ale Whilst some in Epic strains delight, Whilst others Pastorals invite, As taste or whim prevail; Assist me, all ye tuneful Nine, Support me in the great design, To sing of nappy Ale. Some folks […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. An Exile. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) An Exile I can remember the plaint of the wind on the moor, Crying at dawning, and crying at shut of the day, And the call of the gulls that is eerie and dreary and dour, And the sound of the surge as it […]
English Poetry. Thomas Love Peacock. Rich & Poor; or Saint & Sinner. Томас Лав Пикок.
Thomas Love Peacock (Томас Лав Пикок) Rich & Poor; or Saint & Sinner The poor man’s sins are glaring; In the face of ghostly warning He is caught in the fact Of an overt act— Buying greens on a Sunday morning. The rich man’s sins are hidden […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. New Year’s Chimes. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) New Year’s Chimes What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one) This is the song the stars sing: (Sweeter song’s none) One to set, and many to sing, (And a million songs are as song […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Verses Addressed to the Imitator…. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Verses Addressed to the Imitator… In two large columns on thy motley page Where Roman wit is strip’d with English rage; Where ribaldry to satire makes pretence, And modern scandal rolls with ancient sense: Whilst on one side we see how Horace […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. To a Friend on His Travels. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) To a Friend on His Travels From this vile town, immers’d in smoke and care, To you who brighten in a purer air, Your faithful friend conveys her tenderest thought (Though now perhaps neglected and forgot). May blooming health your wonted mirth […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. The Fifth Ode of the First Book of Horace Imitated. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) The Fifth Ode of the First Book of Horace Imitated Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa. For whom are now your airs put on, And what new beauty’s doom’d to be undone? That careless elegance of dress, This essence that […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Song. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Song How happy is the harden’d heart, Where interest is the only view! Can sigh and meet, or smile and part, Nor pleas’d, nor griev’d, nor false, nor true – Yet, have they truly peace of mind? Or do they ever truly […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Epilogue to Mary Queen of Scots. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Epilogue to Mary Queen of Scots What could luxurious woman wish for more, To fix her joys, or to extend her pow’r? Their every wish was in this Mary seen, Gay, witty, youthful, beauteous, and a queen. Vain, useless blessings with ill-conduct […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Addressed to ——, 1736. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Addressed to ——, 1736 With toilsome steps I pass thro’ life’s dull road (No pack-horse half so tired of his load); And when this dirty journey will conclude, To what new realms is then my way pursued? Say, then does the unbodied […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Arabesque. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Arabesque On a background of pale gold I would trace with quaint design, Penciled fine, Brilliant-colored, Moorish scenes, Mosques and crescents, pages, queens, Line on line, That the prose-world of to-day Might the gorgeous Past’s array Once behold. On the magic painted shield […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. On the Proposal to Erect a Monument in England to Lord Byron. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) On the Proposal to Erect a Monument in England to Lord Byron The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green Above the spent heart, the Olympian head, The hands crost idly, the shut eyes unseen, Unseeing, the locked lips whose song hath fled; Yet […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Ode for the New Year, Jan. 1, 1776. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Ode for the New Year, Jan. 1, 1776 On the white Rocks which guard her Coast, Observant of the parting Day, Whose Orb was Half an Ocean lost, Reclin’d Britannia lay. Wide o’er the wat’ry Waste A pensive Look she cast; And scarce could […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Hymn to Venus, on a great Variety of Roses being planted around her Cottage. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Hymn to Venus, on a great Variety of Roses being planted around her Cottage O Venus, whose inspiring breath First waken’d Nature’s genial power, And cloth’d the teeming Earth beneath With every plant, with every flower, Which paints the verdant lap of Spring, Or […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Cock-Crow. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Cock-Crow OUT of the wood of thoughts that grows by night To be cut down by the sharp ax of light,– Out of the night, two cocks together crow, Cleaving the darkness with a silver blow: And brought before my eyes twin trumpeters stand, […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. A Charge to the Poets. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) A Charge to the Poets Full twenty years have roll’d, ye rhiming band, Since first I dipp’d in ink my trembling hand, For much it trembled, tho’ th’ obliging few, Who judge with candour, prais’d the sketch I drew; And Echo, answering from the […]
English Poetry. John Gay. Prediction. Джон Гей. Гадание
John Gay (Джон Гей) Prediction Dame Doleful, as old stories say, Foresaw th’events of every day, And tho’ to Satan no relation, Dealt largely in prognostication: Whatever accident befel, She plainly could the cause foretell; A hundred reasons she could show, […]
English Poetry. John Gay. To My Chair. Джон Гей. Моему креслу
John Gay (Джон Гей) To My Chair Thou faithful vassal to my wayward will. Thou patient midwife to my labouring skill! My pen and ink’s choice cell! my paper’s pillow! Thou steady friend, e’en were thy master mellow! My seat! – I visit not […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. He Describes His Disinterestedness to a Friend. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. He Describes His Disinterestedness to a Friend I ne’er must tinge my lip with Celtic wines; The pomp of India must I ne’er display; Nor boast the produce of Peruvian mines; Nor with Italian sounds deceive the day. Down yonder brook my […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. The Invidious. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) The Invidious Martial. O Fortune! if my prayer of old Was ne’er solicitous for gold, With better grace thou may’st allow My suppliant wish, that asks it now: Yet think not, Goddess! I require it For the same end your clowns desire it. […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Comparison. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Comparison ‘Tis by comparison we know On every object to bestow Its proper share of praise Did each alike perfection bear, What beauty, though divinely fair, Could admiration raise? Amidst the lucid bands of night, See! Hesperus, serenely bright, Adorns the distant skies: […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. On Posthumous Reputation – To a Friend. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. On Posthumous Reputation – To a Friend O grief of griefs! that Envy’s frantic ire Should rob the living virtue of its praise; O foolish Muses! that with zeal aspire To deck the cold insensate shrine with bays. When the free spirit […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. He Suggests the Advantage of Birth to a Person of Merit. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. He Suggests the Advantage of Birth to a Person of Merit HE SUGGESTS THE ADVANTAGE OF BIRTH TO A PERSON OF MERIT; AND THE FOLLY OF A SUPERCILIOUSNESS THAT IS BUILT UPON THAT SOLE FOUNDATION. When genius, graced with lineal […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. Ophilia’s Urn. To Mr. Graves. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. Ophilia’s Urn. To Mr. Graves Through the dim veil of evening’s dusky shade, Near some lone fane, or yew’s funereal green, What dreary forms has magic Fear survey’d! What shrouded spectres Superstition seen! But you, secure, shall pour your sad complaint, Nor […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. The Speeches of Sloth and Virtue. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) The Speeches of Sloth and Virtue [Upon the Plan of Xenophen’s Judgment of Hercules] SLOTH Hither, dear Boy, direct thy wandring Eyes, ‘Tis here the lovely Vale of Pleasure lies. Debate no more — to me thy self resign; […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Liberty. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Liberty The last light has gone out of the world, except This moonlight lying on the grass like frost Beyond the brink of the tall elm’s shadow. It is as if everything else had slept Many an age, unforgotten and lost - The men […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Song (On every tree, in every plain). Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Song (On every tree, in every plain) Ah! ego non aliter tristes evincere morbos Optarem, quam te sic quoque velle putem. On every tree, in every plain, I trace the jovial spring in vain; A sickly langour veils mine eyes, And fast my […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Pilgrim’s Vision. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Pilgrim’s Vision IN the hour of twilight shadows The Pilgrim sire looked out; He thought of the “bloudy Salvages” That lurked all round about, Of Wituwamet’s pictured knife And Pecksuot’s whooping shout; For the baby’s limbs were feeble, Though his father’s […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Last Reader. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Last Reader I SOMETIMES sit beneath a tree And read my own sweet songs; Though naught they may to others be, Each humble line prolongs A tone that might have passed away But for that scarce remembered lay. I keep […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Height of the Ridiculous. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Height of the Ridiculous I WROTE some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They were exceeding good. They were so queer, so very queer, I laughed as I would die; […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The September Gale. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The September Gale This tremendous hurricane occurred on the 23d of September, 1815. I remember it well, being then seven years old. A full account of it was published, I think, in the records of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. […]
English Poetry. Joseph Warton. On Shooting. Джозеф Уортон.
Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) On Shooting Nymphs of the forests, that young oaks protect From noxious blasts, and the blue thunder’s dart, O how securely might ye dwell In Britain’s peaceful shades Far from grim wolves, or tiger’s midnight roar, Or crimson-crested serpent’s hungry hiss, But that our […]
English Poetry. Joseph Warton. To Solitude. Джозеф Уортон.
Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) To Solitude Thou, that at deep dead of night Walk’st forth beneath the pale moon’s light, In robe of flowing black array’d, While cypress-leaves thy brows o’ershade; List’ning to the crowing cock, And the distant-sounding clock; Or sitting in thy cavern low, Do’st hear […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Heroes. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Heroes By such strange and wonderful ways God would save His world again. All our days are holy days, Starry heroes all our men. There’s naught common or unclean In this splendid new-made earth: Hearts uplifted, eyes serene, Grief goes gayer now […]