English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe. Who win, and nations do not see, Who fall, and none observe, Whose dying eyes no country Regards with patriot […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. The Lonely House. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) The Lonely House I know some lonely houses off the road A robber ‘d like the look of, – Wooden barred, And windows hanging low, Inviting to A portico, Where two could creep: One hand the tools, The other peep To make sure […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Lines to Six-Foot Three. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Lines to Six-Foot Three A lad, who twenty tongues can talk And sixty miles a day can walk; Drink at a draught a pint of rum, And then be neither sick nor dumb Can tune a song, and make a verse, And […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Scenes. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Scenes Observe ye not yon high cliff’s brow, Up which a wanderer clambers slow, ‘T is by a hoary ruin crown’d, Which rocks when shrill winds whistle round; That is an ancient knightly hold,- Alas! it droops, deserted, cold; And sad and […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. Hassan’s Serenade. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) Hassan’s Serenade How splendid in the morning glows the lily; with what grace he throws His supplication to the rose: do roses nod the head, Yasmin? But when the silver dove descends I find the little flower of friends Whose very name […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. When Nellies’ on the Job. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) When Nellies’ on the Job The bright spots in my life are when the servant quits the place, Although that grim disturbance brings a frown to Nellie’s face; The week between the old girl’s’ reign and entry of the new Is one […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. To the Humble. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) To the Humble If all the flowers were roses, If never daisies grew, If no old-fashioned posies Drank in the morning dew, Then man might have some reason To whimper and complain, And speak these words of treason, That all our toil […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Other Fellow. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Other Fellow Whose luck is better far than ours? The other fellow’s. Whose road seems always lined with flowers? The other fellow’s. Who is the man who seems to get Most joy in life, with least regret, Who always seems to […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Handy Man. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Handy Man The handy man about the house Is old and bent and gray; Each morning in the yard he toils, Where all the children play; Some new task every day he finds, Some task he loves to do, The handy […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Broken Drum. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Broken Drum There is sorrow in the household; There’s a grief too hard to bear; There’s a little cheek that’s tear-stained There’s a sobbing baby there. And try how we will to comfort, Still the tiny teardrops come; For, to solve […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Selfish. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Selfish I am selfish in my wishin’ every sort o’ joy for you; I am selfish when I tell you that I’m wishin’ skies o’ blue Bending o’er you every minute, and a pocketful of gold, An’ as much of love an’ […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Myself. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Myself I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to know. I want to be able as days go by always to look myself straight in the eye; I don’t want to stand with the […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Lanes of Memory. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Lanes of Memory Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear, And looking back we smile to see life’s bright red roses reappear, The little sprigs of mignonette that smiled upon us as we passed, The pansy and the […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Fishing Nooks. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Fishing Nooks “Men will grow weary,” said the Lord, “Of working for their bed and board. They’ll weary of the money chase And want to find a resting place Where hum of wheel is never heard And no one speaks an angry […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. About Boys. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) About Boys Show me the boy who never threw A stone at someone’s cat; Or never hurled a snowball swift At someone’s high silk hat. Who never ran away from school, To seek the swimming hole; Or slyly from a neighbor’s yard […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. The Golden Journey to Samarkand. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) The Golden Journey to Samarkand I We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, - What […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. Theseus and Ariadne. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) Theseus and Ariadne Thes. Nay, I have loved thee! Ari. Thou hast loved, didst say? Thes. I loved thee well at Crete. Ari. Lov’st me no more? Thes. Ah! who can hold the wave upon the shore? Ari. Thou, if thou wouldst; and, oh! […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. A Nest in a Lyre. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) A Nest in a Lyre As sign before a playhouse serves A giant Lyre, ornately gilded, On whose convenient coignes and curves The pert brown sparrows late have builded. They flit, and flirt, and prune their wings, Not awed at all by […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Arrowmaker. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Arrowmaker Day in, day out, or sun or rain, Or sallow leaf, or summer grain, Beneath a wintry morning moon Or through red smouldering afternoon, With simple joy, with careful pride, He plies the craft he long has plied: To shape […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The House of Hate. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The House of Hate Mine enemy builded well, with the soft blue hills in sight; But betwixt his house and the hills I builded a house for spite: And the name thereof I set in the stone-work over the gate, With a […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Comrades. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) Comrades “Oh, whither, whither, rider toward the west?” “And whither, whither, rider toward the east?” “I rode we ride upon the same high quest, Whereon who enters may not be released; “To seek the Cup whose form none ever saw,— A […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Trumpeter. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Trumpeter Two ships, alone in sky and sea, Hang clinched, with crash and roar; There is but one—whiche’er it be— Will ever come to shore. And will it be the grim black bulk, That towers so evil now? Or will […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. The Wind and the Sea. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) The Wind and the Sea Never the long wind dieth, Never, never, But sigheth, crieth, In its old endeavor, Where the shifting sand and shingle Meet and mingle, And the lifting land and the surge of the waters sever! Never the long wind […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Bag-Pipes at Sea. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Bag-Pipes at Sea Above the shouting of the gale, The whipping sheet, the dashing spray, I heard, with notes of joy and wail, A piper play. Along the dipping deck he trod, The dusk about his shadowy form; He seemed like some strange […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Dirge for a Sailor. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Dirge for a Sailor Beyond the bourns of time and sleep, Beyond the sway of tides, A voyager o’er death’s darksome deep, His ship at anchor rides. He who from boyhood never knew A garden save the foam, Whose only rooftree was the […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. The Mist and the Sea. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) The Mist and the Sea The mist crept in from the sea Out of the void and the vast; And it bore the silver rain A shimmering guest in its train, And many a murmuring strain Of the ships that sailed in the past; […]
English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. Rondeau. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.
James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант) Rondeau Jenny kiss’d me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I’m weary, say I’m sad, Say that health and welth have […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Sea Marvels. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Sea Marvels This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the sky Above it shimmered cloudless. Now the waves Lap languorously along the foamless sand, And till the far horizon swims in mist. […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 25. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 25 Seven are the lights that wander in the skies, And at these seven, I wonder in my love. So see the moon, how pale she doth arise, Standing amazed, as though she durst not move; So is my […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 17. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 17 As are the sands, fair Licia, on the shore, Or colored flowers, garlands of the spring, Or as the frosts not seen, not felt before, Or as the fruits that autumn forth doth bring; As twinkling stars, the […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 33. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 33 I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my love; I praised that fair that none enough could praise; But plaints nor praises could fair Licia move; Above my reach she did her virtues raise, And thus replied: […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 10. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 10 A painter drew the image of the boy, Swift love, with wings all naked, and yet blind; With bow and arrows, bent for to destroy; I blamed his skill, and fault I thus did find “A needless task […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 30. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 30 Whenas my Licia sailed in the seas, Viewing with pride god Neptune’s stately crown, A calm she made, and brought the merchant ease, The storm she stayed, and checked him with a frown. Love at the stern sate […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 19. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 19 That time, fair Licia, when I stole a kiss, From off those lips, where Cupid lovely laid, I quaked for cold, and found the cause was this: My life which loved, for love behind me staid. I sent […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 45. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 45 There shone a comet, and it was full west. My thoughts presagéd what it did portend; I found it threatened to my heart unrest, And might in time my joys and comfort end. I further sought and found […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Return. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Return I had been dead so many years- And I had missed you so. I thought in heaven there were no tears, But ah, their weary flow! And when at last the joy-word came, An hour to wander back, My spirit flashed, […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. A Memory. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) A Memory THROUGH rifts of cloud the moon’s soft silver slips; A little rain has fallen with the night, Which from the emerald under-sky still drips Where the magnolias open, broad and white. So near my window I might reach my […]
English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. Death. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.
James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант) Death Death is a road our dearest friends have gone; Why with such leaders, fear to say, “Lead on?” Its gate repels, lest it too soon be tried, But turns in balm on the immortal side. Mothers have passed it: […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. I Can Not Count My Life a Loss. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) * * * I CAN not count my life a loss, With all its length of evil days. I hold them only as the dross About its gold, whose worth outweighs; For each and all I give Him praise. For, drawing […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Bret Harte (The magic of his wizard pen). Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Bret Harte (The magic of his wizard pen) The magic of his wizard pen Still holds the world in thrall: From lordly laurels won of men No leaf may fade or fall. In ways he trod, and treads no more. His […]