English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. After the Burial. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) After the Burial The family had buried him, Their bread-bringer, their best: They had returned to the house, whose hush a dim Vague vacancy expressed. There sat his sons, mute, rigid-faced, His daughters, strained, red-eyed, His wife, whose wan, worn features, vigil-traced, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Marquee. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Marquee It was near last century’s ending, And, though not much to rate In a world of getting and spending, To her it was great. The scene was a London suburb On a night of summer weather, And the villas […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Clasped Skeletons. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Clasped Skeletons Surmised Date 1800 B.C. (In an Ancient British barrow near the writer’s house) O why did we uncover to view So closely clasped a pair? Your chalky bedclothes over you, This long time here! Ere Paris lay with […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Dead Bastard. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Dead Bastard Many and many a time I thought, ‘Would my child were in its grave!’ Such the trouble and shame it brought. Now ’tis there. And now I’d brave Opinion’s worst, in word or act, To have that child alive; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Self-Glamourer. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Self-Glamourer My little happiness, How much I have made of it! – As if I had been not less Than a queen, to be straight obeyed of it. ‘Life, be fairer far,’ I said, ‘than you are.’ So I counted my […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. So Various. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) So Various You may have met a man – quite young – A brisk-eyed youth, and highly strung: One whose desires And inner fires Moved him as wires. And you may have met one stiff and old, If not in years; of […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. Ad Martialem. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) Ad Martialem GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be To enjoy our days set wholly free; To the true life together bend our mind, And take a furlough from the falser kind. No rich saloon, nor palace of the great, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Did Not Know Me. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Did Not Know Me (Woman’s Sorrow Song) He said: ‘I do not know you; You are not she who came And made my heart grow tame?’ I laughed: ‘The same!’ Still said he: ‘I don’t know you.’ ‘But I am […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Felled Elm and She. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Felled Elm and She When you put on that inmost ring She, like you, was a little thing: When your circles reached their fourth, Scarce she knew life’s south from north: When your year-zones counted twenty She had fond admirers plenty: When […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Treadmill Song. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Treadmill Song THE stars are rolling in the sky, The earth rolls on below, And we can feel the rattling wheel Revolving as we go. Then tread away, my gallant boys, And make the axle fly; Why should not wheels go […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Music-Grinders. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Music-Grinders THERE are three ways in which men take One’s money from his purse, And very hard it is to tell Which of the three is worse; But all of them are bad enough To make a body curse. You’re […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Comet. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Comet THE Comet! He is on his way, And singing as he flies; The whizzing planets shrink before The spectre of the skies; Ah! well may regal orbs burn blue, And satellites turn pale, Ten million cubic miles of head, Ten […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. To the Portrait of “A Lady” in the Athenaeum Gallery. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) To the Portrait of “A Lady” in the Athenaeum Gallery WELL, Miss, I wonder where you live, I wonder what’s your name, I wonder how you came to be In such a stylish frame; Perhaps you were a favorite child, Perhaps an […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Dorchester Giant. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Dorchester Giant The “pudding-stone” is a remarkable conglomerate found very abundantly in the towns mentioned, all of which are in the neighborhood of Boston. We used in those primitive days to ask friends to ride with us when we meant […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. In Snow-Time. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) In Snow-Time I have seen things that charmed the heart to rest: Faint moonlight on the towers of ancient towns, Flattering the soul to dream of old renowns; The first clear silver on the mountain crest Where the lone eagle by his […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. Ecstasy. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) Ecstasy The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight, Sings at the height where morning springs, What though his voice be lost in the light, The light comes dropping from his wings. Mount, my soul, and sing at the height Of thy […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. At William Maclennan’s Grave. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) At William Maclennan’s Grave Here where the cypress tall Shadows the stucco wall, Bronze and deep, Where the chrysanthemums blow, And the roses–blood and snow– He lies asleep. Florence dreameth afar; Memories of foray and war, Murmur still; The Certosa crowns […]
English Poetry. Edmund Spenser. Sonnet 50. Long Languishing In Double Malady. Эдмунд Спенсер.
Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер) Sonnet 50. Long Languishing In Double Malady LOng languishing in double malady, of my harts wound and of my bodies greife: there came to me a leach that would apply fit medicines for my bodies best reliefe. Vayne man (quod I) that hast but […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. The Forgers. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) The Forgers IN the smithy it began: Let’s make something for a man! Hear the bellows belch and roar, Splashing light on roof and floor: From their nest the feathery sparks Fly like little golden larks: Hear each forger’s taunting yell, Tell–tell–tell–tell– […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. The Voice and the Dusk. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) The Voice and the Dusk THE slender moon and one pale star, A rose leaf and a silver bee From some god’s garden blown afar, Go down the gold deep tranquilly. Within the south there rolls and grows A mighty town […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. The Sea by the Wood. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) The Sea by the Wood I DWELL in the sea that is wild and deep, But afar in a shadow still, I can see the trees that gather and sleep In the wood upon the hill. The deeps are green as […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. Off Riviere Du Loup. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) Off Riviere Du Loup O ship incoming from the sea With all your cloudy tower of sail, Dashing the water to the lee, And leaning grandly to the gale, The sunset pageant in the west Has filled your canvas curves with […]
English Poetry. Joseph Warton. Sappho’s Advice. Джозеф Уортон.
Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) Sappho’s Advice Tir’d with the visits of the day, Semanthe on a sofa lay; And leaning on her elbow, thought Which was the loveliest silks she bought; How by Sir Plume she was gallented, How at the park and opera flaunted! What silly hearts […]
English Poetry. Joseph Warton. Contentment. Джозеф Уортон.
Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) Contentment Farewel, aspiring thoughts, no more My soul shall leave the peaceful shore, To sail ambition’s main. Fallacious as the harlot’s kiss, You promise me uncertain bliss, But give me certain pain. A beauteous prospect first you shew, Which, ere survey’d, you paint […]
English Poetry. Joseph Warton. Ode to Fancy. Джозеф Уортон.
Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) Ode to Fancy O parent of each lovely Muse, Thy spirit o’er my soul diffuse, O’er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide. To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murder’d fatling of the […]
English Poetry. Owen Seaman. To a Boy-Poet of the Decadence. Оуэн Симен.
Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) To a Boy-Poet of the Decadence [Showing curious reversal of epigram––‘La nature l’a fait sanglier; la civilisation l’a réduit à l’état de cochon.’] But my good little man, you have made a mistake If you really are pleased to suppose That […]
English Poetry. Owen Seaman. A New Blue Book. Оуэн Симен.
Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) A New Blue Book [It was hardly to be supposed that the young decadents who once rioted … in the Yellow Book would be content to remain in obscurity after the metamorphosis of that periodical and the consequent exclusion of themselves. The Savoy, […]
English Poetry. Owen Seaman. To Mr. William Watson. Оуэн Симен.
Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) To Mr. William Watson [On writing the first instalment of The Purple East, a ‘fine sonnet which it is our privilege to publish.’––Westminster Gazette, Dec. 16, 1895.] Dear Mr. Watson, we have heard with wonder, Not all unmingled with a sad […]
English Poetry. Edmund Spenser. Sonnet 54. Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay. Эдмунд Спенсер. Сонет 54. В театре жизни ты, моя любовь
Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер) Sonnet 54. Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay, My love lyke the Spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the pageants play, Disguysing diversly my troubled wits. Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits, […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 144. Two loves I have of comfort and despair. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 144. На радость и печаль, по воле рока
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 144. Two loves I have of comfort and despair Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still, The better angel is a man right fair: The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me […]
English Poetry. Owen Seaman. Tactless Tactics. Оуэн Симен.
Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) Tactless Tactics Were I a burglar in the dock With every chance of doing time, With Justice sitting like a rock To hear a record black with crime; If my conviction seemed a cert, Yet, by a show of late repentance, I thought I […]
English Poetry. Owen Seaman. The Wayside Calvary. Оуэн Симен.
Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) The Wayside Calvary Now with the full year Memory holds her tryst Heavy with such a tale of bitter loss As never Earth has suffered since the Christ Hung for us on the Cross. If God, O Kaiser, makes the vision plain: Gives […]
English Poetry. Owen Seaman. For the Red Cross. Оуэн Симен.
Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) For the Red Cross Ye that have gentle hearts and fain To succour men in need, There is no voice could ask in vain With such a cause to plead – The cause of those that in your care, Who know the debt to […]
English Poetry. Owen Seaman. The Rhyme of the Kipperling. Оуэн Симен.
Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) The Rhyme of the Kipperling Away by the haunts of the Yang-tse-boo, Where the Yuletide runs cold gin, And the rollicking sign of the Lord Knows Who Sees mariners drink like sin; Where the Jolly Roger tips his quart To the luck of the […]
English Poetry. Dinah Maria Craik. A Living Picture. Дина Мария Крейк.
Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк) A Living Picture No, I’ll not say your name. I have said it now, As you mine, first in childish treble, then Up through a score and more familiar years Till baby-voices mock us. Time may come When your tall sons look […]
English Poetry. Dinah Maria Craik. Leonora. Дина Мария Крейк.
Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк) Leonora LEONORA, Leonora, How the word rolls–Leonora– Lion-like, in full-mouthed sound, Marching o’er the metric ground With a tawny tread sublime– So your name moves, Leonora, Down my desert rhyme. So you pace, young Leonora, Through the alleys of the wood, […]
English Poetry. Dinah Maria Craik. The Unfinished Book. Дина Мария Крейк.
Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк) The Unfinished Book TAKE it, reader, idly passing, This, like other idle lines; Take it, critic, great at classing Subtle genius and its signs: But, O reader, be thou dumb; Critic, let no sharp wit come; For the hand that wrote and […]
English Poetry. Dinah Maria Craik. For Music. Дина Мария Крейк.
Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк) For Music ALONG the shore, along the shore I see the wavelets meeting: But thee I see–ah, never more, For all my wild heart’s beating. The little wavelets come and go, The tide of life ebbs to and fro, Advancing and retreating: […]
English Poetry. Dinah Maria Craik. In Memoriam. Дина Мария Крейк.
Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк) In Memoriam Obiit 1854. HEAVEN rest thee! We shall go about today In our festal garlands gay; Whatsoever robes we wear Not a trace of black be there. Well, what matters? none is seen On thy daisy covering green, Or thy […]
English Poetry. Dinah Maria Craik. The Lost Piece of Silver. Дина Мария Крейк.
Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк) The Lost Piece of Silver HOLY Lord Jesus, Thou wilt search till Thou find This lost piece of silver,–this treasure enshrined In casket or bosom, once of such store; Now lying under the dust of Thy floor. Gentle Lord Jesus, Thou […]