English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Volunteer. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Volunteer “He leapt to arms unbidden, Unneeded, over-bold; His face by earth is hidden, His heart in earth is cold. “Curse on the reckless daring That could not wait the call, The proud fantastic bearing That would be first to fall!” […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Waggon Hill. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Waggon Hill Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling, Treading his dear Revenge’s deck, Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling, Galleons drifting wreck by wreck. “Fetter and Faith for England’s neck, Faggot and Father, Saint and chain,—- Yonder the Devil and all go […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Javanese Dancers. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Javanese Dancers Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums, Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting: And now the stealthy dancer comes Undulantly with cat-like steps that cling; Smiling between her painted lids a smile, Motionless, unintelligible, she twines Her fingers into mazy […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Sailing of the Long-Ships. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Sailing of the Long-Ships (October, 1899) They saw the cables loosened, they saw the gangways cleared, They heard the women weeping, they heard the men that cheered; Far off, far off, the tumult faded and died away, And all alone the sea-wind […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Wêland and the Swan-Girls. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Wêland and the Swan-Girls Three white swans flew in the sky (Are you heeding, Wêland-Smith?) Three white swans flew in the sky Till they did a blue lake spy, Then the three to earth did fly And they laid their plumage by. (Are you […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Maid’s Idyll. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Maid’s Idyll I. Night was warm and still, Moon a dusky red, Crickets chirped all up the hill, And I wished me dead. “For what use alive to be And never live?” I said, Lifting arms to let free The plaits […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Earth and the World. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Earth and the World Skies that smile and slumber overspread with peace, Quiet shores divinely hushed by kissing seas, Corn-meads like the Mother’s breast swelling and at ease, All these hold me, fold me, that was not born of these. I was born […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. A Song. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) A Song It means so little to you To sing a note as you pass, To smile your thanks to the day For donning its cloudless blue And then to go your way, And leave behind in the grass The print of your little […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Underworld. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Underworld Here lie I in the underworld of trees, Over my head I have a wave of leaves Through whose loose shimmering weave of mysteries The rays of heaven come in yellow sheaves Till every leaf is like an amber lamp Lit at […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Morning-Vision. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Morning-Vision A sea that shimmers on the brink of light, Emerging over shadow-boundaries Silverly on a sleeping silver shore: Phantom-land still, still silent mystery, Strewn with wan visions of the fading moon, Whereon the wave that wakens barely breathes. Which gathering soon its […]
English Poetry. Frederick William Faber. First Love. Фредерик Уильям Фабер.
Frederick William Faber (Фредерик Уильям Фабер) First Love I have been long without a home, And yearned too much for one; And scanty are the deeds of faith My lonely heart hath done: For many a night my weary bed Hath felt the weak tears run. Cold armour […]
English Poetry. Frederick William Faber. The Will of God. Фредерик Уильям Фабер.
Frederick William Faber (Фредерик Уильям Фабер) The Will of God I worship thee, sweet will of God! And all thy ways adore; And every day I live, I seem To love thee more and more. Thou wert the end, the blessed rule Of our Saviour’s toils and […]
English Poetry. Frederick William Faber. Jesus, Gentlest Savior. Фредерик Уильям Фабер.
Frederick William Faber (Фредерик Уильям Фабер) * * * Jesus, gentlest Savior, God of might and power, thou thyself art dwelling in us at this hour. Nature cannot hold thee, heaven is all too strait for thine endless glory and thy royal state. Out beyond the […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Saint Cloud. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Saint Cloud Soft spread the southern sumer night Her veil of darksome blue; Ten thousand stars combined to light The terrace of Saint Cloud. The evening breezes gently sigh’d, Like breath of lover true, Bewailing the deserted pride And wreck of sweet Saint […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. A Hundred Thousand Million Mites We Go. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) * * * A hundred thousand million mites we go Wheeling and tacking o’er the eternal plain, Some black with death—and some are white with woe. Who sent us forth? Who takes us home again? And there is sound of hymns of […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Deus Loquitur. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) Deus Loquitur That’s what I am: a thing of no desire, With no path to discover and no plea To offer up, so be my altar fire May burn before the hearth continuously, To be For wayward men a steadfast light to see. […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Whom Therefore We Ignorantly Worship. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) Whom Therefore We Ignorantly Worship These things are silent. Though it may be told Of luminous deeds that lighten land and sea, Strong sounding actions with broad minstrelsy Of praise, strange hazards and adventures bold, We hold to the old things that grow […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. If I Have Suffered Pain. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) * * * If I have suffered pain It is because I would. I willed it. ‘Tis no good To murmur or complain. I have not served the law That keeps the earth so fair And gives her clothes to wear, Raiment of […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. A Piteous Plaint. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) A Piteous Plaint I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp by day! Though forty pounds was once my weight, I’m shy of thirty now; I pine, I wither and I fade […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Straw Parlor. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Straw Parlor Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And there could you lie when aweary of play And gossip or laze in the coziest way; No matter how careworn or […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Bow-Leg Boy. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Bow-Leg Boy Who should come up the road one day But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay! And he whoaed his horse and he cried “Ahoy! I have brought you folks a bow-leg boy! Such a cute little boy! Such a funny little […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Limitations of Youth. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Limitations of Youth I’d like to be a cowboy an’ ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an’ boundless west; I’d kill the bears an’ catamounts an’ wolves I come across, An’ I’d pluck the bal’ head eagle from his nest! […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. A Drinking Song. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) A Drinking Song Come, brothers, share the fellowship We celebrate to-night; There’s grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! But first, before our mentor chimes The hour of jubilee, Let’s drink a health to good old times, And good times […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. London Voluntaries. 3. Scherzando. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) London Voluntaries. 3. Scherzando Down through the ancient Strand The spirit of October, mild and boon And sauntering, takes his way This golden end of afternoon, As though the corn stood yellow in all the land, And the ripe apples dropped to […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. The Return to Ulster. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) The Return to Ulster Once again,- but how chang’d since my wand’rings began- I have heard the deep voice of the Lagan and Bann, And the pines of Clanbrasil resound to the roar That wearies the echoes of fair Tullamore. Alas! My poor bosom, […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 43. Friends . . . Old Friends . . .. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 43. Friends . . . Old Friends . . . Friends . . . old friends . . . One sees how it ends. A woman looks Or a man tells lies, And the pleasant brooks And the quiet skies, Ruined […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 37. Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 37. Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone To W. A. Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave. I saw, […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 31. O, Have You Blessed, behind the Stars. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 31. O, Have You Blessed, behind the Stars O, have you blessed, behind the stars, The blue sheen in the skies, When June the roses round her calls?— Then do you know the light that falls From her belovèd eyes. […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas She sauntered by the swinging seas, A jewel glittered at her ear, And, teasing her along, the breeze Brought many a rounded grace more near. So passing, one with wave and beam, She […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 23. The Skies Are Strown with Stars. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 23. The Skies Are Strown with Stars The skies are strown with stars, The streets are fresh with dew A thin moon drifts to westward, The night is hushed and cheerful. My thought is quick with you. Near windows gleam […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 21. We Flash across the Level. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 21. We Flash across the Level We flash across the level. We thunder thro’ the bridges. We bicker down the cuttings. We sway along the ridges. A rush of streaming hedges, Of jostling lights and shadows, Of hurtling, hurrying stations, […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. Gentle Alice Brown. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. Gentle Alice Brown It was a robber’s daughter, and her name was Alice Brown, Her father was the terror of a small Italian town; Her mother was a foolish, weak, but amiable old thing; But it isn’t of her […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. To the Terrestrial Globe. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. To the Terrestrial Globe BY A MISERABLE WRETCH Roll on, thou ball, roll on! Through pathless realms of Space Roll on! What though I’m in a sorry case? What though I cannot meet my bills? What though I […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. Joe Golightly; or, the First Lord’s Daughter. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. Joe Golightly; or, the First Lord’s Daughter A tar, but poorly prized, Long, shambling, and unsightly, Thrashed, bullied, and despised, Was wretched Joe Golightly. He bore a workhouse brand; No Pa or Ma had claimed him, The Beadle […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. The Bab Ballads. The Three Kings of Chickeraboo. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) The Bab Ballads. The Three Kings of Chickeraboo There were three niggers of Chickeraboo— Pacifico, Bang-bang, Popchop—who Exclaimed, one terribly sultry day, “Oh, let’s be kings in a humble way.” The first was a highly-accomplished “bones,” The next elicited banjo tones, […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. It Was an English Ladye Bright. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,) And she would marry a Scottish knight, For Love will still be lord of all. Blithely they saw the rising sun When he shone fair on Carlisle […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 30. The Sower. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 30. The Sower I A sower went forth to sow; His eyes were dark with woe; He crusht the flowers beneath his feet, Nor smelt the perfume, warm and sweet, That prayed for pity everywhere. He […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 29. The Unknown Way. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 29. The Unknown Way Two travelers met upon a plain Where two straight, narrow pathways crossed; They met and, with a still surprise, They looked into each other’s eyes And knew that never, O, never again! Could […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 28. Francesca and Paolo. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 28. Francesca and Paolo Within the second dolorous circle where The lost are whirled, lamenting—thou and I Stood, Love, to-day with Dante. Silently We looked upon the black and trembling air; When lo! from […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 27. “The Smile of Her I Love Is Like the Dawn”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 27. “The Smile of Her I Love Is Like the Dawn” The smile of her I love is like the dawn Whose touch makes Memnon sing. O, see where wide the golden sunlight flows— The barren desert […]