English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. Distance. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) Distance To the distance! Ah, the distance! Blue and broad and dim! Peace is not in burgh or meadow, But beyond the rim. Aye, beyond it, far beyond it; Follow still my soul, Till this earth is lost in heaven, And thou feel’st […]
English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. June. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) June Long, long ago, it seems, this summer morn That pale-browed April passed with pensive tread Through the frore woods, and from its frost-bound bed Woke the arbutus with her silver horn; And now May, too, is fled, The flower-crowned month, the merry laughing […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Deep in the Quiet Wood. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Deep in the Quiet Wood Are you bowed down in heart? Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life? Then come away, come to the peaceful wood, Here bathe your soul in silence. Listen! Now, From out the […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Omar. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Omar Old Omar, jolly sceptic, it may be That, after all, you found the magic key To life and all its mystery, and I Must own you have almost persuaded me. James Weldon Johnson’s other poems: The Color Sergeant Down by the […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. “Lazy”. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) “Lazy” Some men enjoy the constant strife Of days with work and worry rife, But that is not my dream of life: I think such men are crazy. For me, a life with worries few, A job of nothing much to do, […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Bloody Sun. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) The Bloody Sun “O WHERE have ye been the morn sae late, My merry son, come tell me hither? O where have ye been the morn sae late? And I wot I hae but anither.” “By the water-gate, by the water-gate, O […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The Ghost of Deacon Brown. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) The Ghost of Deacon Brown In a backwoods town Lived Deacon Brown, And he was a miser old; He would trust no bank, So he dug, and sank In the ground a box of gold, Down deep in the ground a box […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The Temptress. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) The Temptress Old Devil, when you come with horns and tail, With diabolic grin and crafty leer; I say, such bogey-man devices wholly fail To waken in my heart a single fear. But when you wear a form I know so […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. A Mid-Day Dreamer. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) A Mid-Day Dreamer I love to sit alone, and dream, And dream, and dream; In fancy’s boat to softly glide Along some stream Where fairy palaces of gold And crystal bright Stand all along the glistening shore: A wondrous sight. My […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. To Wordsworth. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) To Wordsworth Those who have laid the harp aside And turn’d to idler things, From very restlessness have tried The loose and dusty strings. And, catching back some favourite strain, Run with it o’er the chords again. But Memory is not […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Once, and Once Only, Have I Seen Thy Face. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Once, and once only, have I seen thy face, Elia! once only has thy tripping tongue Run o’er my breast, yet never has been left Impression on it stronger or more sweet. Cordial old man! what youth was in […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. On Seeing a Hair of Lucretia Borgia. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) On Seeing a Hair of Lucretia Borgia Borgia, thou once wert almost too august And high for adoration; now thou’rt dust. All that remains of thee these plaits unfold, Calm hair, meandering in pellucid gold. Walter Savage Landor’s other poems: Ternissa! You […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Yes; I Write Verses Now and Then. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Yes; I write verses now and then, But blunt and flaccid is my pen, No longer talkt of by young men As rather clever: In the last quarter are my eyes, You see it by their form and […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Various the Roads of Life; in One. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Various the roads of life; in one All terminate, one lonely way We go; and ‘Is he gone?’ Is all our best friends say. Walter Savage Landor’s other poems: Ternissa! You Are Fled! To Barry Cornwall The Gates of […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Cousin Lucrece. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Cousin Lucrece Here where the curfew Still, they say, rings, Time rested long ago, Folding his wings; Here, on old Norwich’s Out-along road, Cousin Lucretia Had her abode. Norridge, not Nor-wich (See Mother Goose), Good enough English […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Lord’s-Day Gale. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Lord’s-Day Gale Bay St. Lawrence, August, 1873 In Gloucester port lie fishing craft,— More stanch and trim were never seen: They are sharp before and sheer abaft, And true their lines the masts between. Along the wharves of Gloucester Town […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. To a Cat. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) To a Cat STATELY, kindly, lordly friend, Condescend Here to sit by me, and turn Glorious eyes that smile and burn, Golden eyes, love’s lustrous meed, On the golden page I read. All your wondrous wealth of hair, Dark and fair, […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Heart of New England. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Heart of New England O long are years of waiting, when lovers’ hearts are bound By words that hold in life and death, and last the half-world round; Long, long for him who wanders far and strives with all his main, […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Country Sleighing. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Country Sleighing A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE In January, when down the dairy The cream and clabber freeze, When snow-drifts cover the fences over, We farmers take our ease. At night we rig the team, And bring the […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Old Love and the New. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Old Love and the New Once more on the fallow hillside, as of old, I lie at rest For an hour, while the sunshine trembles through the walnut-tree to the west,— Shakes on the rocks and fragrant ferns, and the berry-bushes […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. By the Hearth-Stone. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) By the Hearth-Stone By the hearth-stone She sits alone, The long night bearing: With eyes that gleam Into the dream Of the firelight staring. Low and more low The dying glow Burns in the embers; She nothing heeds And nothing needs— Only remembers. […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The School at War. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The School at War All night before the brink of death In fitful sleep the army lay, For through the dream that stilled their breath Too gauntly glared the coming day. But we, within whose blood there leaps The fulness of a life […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. On Spion Kop. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) On Spion Kop Foremost of all on battle’s fiery steep Here VERTUE fell, and here he sleeps his sleep.* A fairer name no Roman ever gave To stand sole monument on Valour’s grave. * Major N. H. Vertue, of the Buffs, Brigade-Major to […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. In Memoriam S. C. W., V.C.. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) In Memoriam S. C. W., V.C. There is no fitter end than this. No need is now to yearn nor sigh. We know the glory that is his, A glory that can never die. Surely we knew it long before, […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. There Is Such Change in All Those Fields. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) * * * There is such change in all those fields, Such motion rhythmic, ordered, free, Where ever-glancing summer yields Birth, fragrance, sunlight, immanency, To make us view our rights of birth. What shall we do? How shall we die? We, captives of […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. With Brutus in St. Jo. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) With Brutus in St. Jo Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the best; Milt, being rich, was much too proud to run the thing alone, So he hired an “acting manager,” […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. A Paraphrase. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) A Paraphrase Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, in Heaven the same; Give us this day our daily bread, and may our debts to heaven— As we our earthly debts forgive—by […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. In Harbour. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) In Harbour I. Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by; To the waters of gloom whence winds of the dayspring float us Goodnight and goodbye. A time […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Wind. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Wind (THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing— Under my tree where I sit cometh the Wind to confession. “Out in the garden abides the Queen of the beautiful Roses— Her do I love […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. A Valentine. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) A Valentine Your gran’ma, in her youth, was quite As blithe a little maid as you. And, though her hair is snowy white, Her eyes still have their maiden blue, And on her cheeks, as fair as thine, Methinks a girlish blush would glow […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Discreet Collector. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Discreet Collector Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south again; The narrow street through which to go— Aha! I know it well! And may be you would like to know— […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 10. Midsummer Midnight Skies. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 10. Midsummer Midnight Skies Midsummer midnight skies, Midsummer midnight influences and airs, The shining, sensitive silver of the sea Touched with the strange-hued blazonings of dawn; And all so solemnly still I seem to hear The breathing of Life […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 5. Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So?. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 5. Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So? Why, my heart, do we love her so? (Geraldine, Geraldine!) Why does the great sea ebb and flow?— Why does the round world spin? Geraldine, Geraldine, Bid me my life […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. Prologue. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. Prologue Something is dead . . . The grace of sunset solitudes, the march Of the solitary moon, the pomp and power Of round on round of shining soldier-stars Patrolling space, the bounties of the sun— Sovran, tremendous, unimaginable— […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. London Voluntaries. 5. Allegro Maëstoso. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) London Voluntaries. 5. Allegro Maëstoso Spring winds that blow As over leagues of myrtle-blooms and may; Bevies of spring clouds trooping slow, Like matrons heavy bosomed and aglow With the mild and placid pride of increase! Nay, What makes this insolent and […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. London Voluntaries. 4. Largo e Mesto. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) London Voluntaries. 4. Largo e Mesto Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellarage of hell, The Wind-Fiend, the abominable— The Hangman Wind that tortures temper and light— Comes slouching, […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. Songs of a Savoyard. The Englishman. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) Songs of a Savoyard. The Englishman He is an Englishman! For he himself has said it, And it’s greatly to his credit, That he is an Englishman! For he might have been a Roosian, A French, or Turk, or Proosian, Or perhaps […]
English Poetry. James Kenneth Stephen. The Philosopher and the Philanthropist. Джеймс Кеннет Стивен.
James Kenneth Stephen (Джеймс Кеннет Стивен) The Philosopher and the Philanthropist Searching an infinite Where, Probing a bottomless When, Dreamfully wandering, Ceaselessly pondering, What is the Wherefore of men: Bartering life for a There, Selling his soul for a Then, Baffling obscurity, Conning futurity, Usefulest, wisest of men! […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Cleopatra. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Cleopatra HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs; Serpent and scarab for a sign Between the beauty of her brows And the amorous deep lids divine. Her great curled hair makes luminous Her […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 148. O me! what eyes hath love put in my head. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 148. О, как любовь мой изменила глаз!
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 148. O me! what eyes hath love put in my head O me! what eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight, Or if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely what they see […]