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. 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. 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. 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. 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, […]