English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 26. “What Can Love Do for Thee, Love?”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 26. “What Can Love Do for Thee, Love?” What can love do for thee, Love? Can it make the green fields greener; Bluer the skies, and bluer The eyes of the blue-eyed flowers? Can it make the […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 25. A Birthday Song. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 25. A Birthday Song I thought this day to bring to thee A flower that grows on the red rose tree. I searched the branches—O, despair! Of roses every branch was bare. I thought to sing […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Perenna. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Perenna When I thy parts run o’er, I can’t espy In any one, the least indecency; But every line and limb diffused thence A fair and unfamiliar excellence; So that the more I look, the more I prove There’s still more cause […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Dianeme (I could but see thee yesterday). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Dianeme (I could but see thee yesterday) I could but see thee yesterday Stung by a fretful bee; And I the javelin suck’d away, And heal’d the wound in thee. A thousand thorns, and briars, and stings I have in my […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Upon Love (I held Love’s head while it did ache). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Upon Love (I held Love’s head while it did ache) I held Love’s head while it did ache; But so it chanced to be, The cruel pain did his forsake, And forthwith came to me. Ai me! how shall my grief be […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. John Duke of Marlborough. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) John Duke of Marlborough When the proud Frenchman’s strong rapacious hand Spread o’er Europe ruin and command, Our sinking temples and expiring law With trembling dread the rolling tempest saw; Destin’d a province to insulting Gaul, This genius rose, and stopp’d the […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Coronach. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Coronach He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow! The hand […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. A Ballad. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) A Ballad To that dear nymph, whose pow’rful name Does every throbbing nerve inflame (As the soft sound I low repeat, My pulse unequal measures beat), Whose eyes I never more shall see, That once so sweetly shin’d on thee; Go, gentle […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Town Eclogues: Thursday; the Bassette-Table. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Town Eclogues: Thursday; the Bassette-Table CARDELIA. The bassette-table spread, the tallier come, Why stays SMILINDA in the dressing-room? Rise, pensive nymph! the tallier stays for you. SMILINDA. Ah! Madam, since my SHARPER is untrue, I joyless make my once […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Town Eclogues: Wednesday; the Tête à Tête. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Town Eclogues: Wednesday; the Tête à Tête DANCINDA. “NO, fair DANCINDA, no; you strive in vain “To calm my care and mitigate my pain; “If all my sighs, my cares, can fail to move, “Ah! sooth me not with fruitless vows […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Answered, for Lord William Hamilton. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Answered, for Lord William Hamilton Good Madam, when ladies are willing, A man must needs look like a fool; For me, I would not give a shilling For one who would love out of rule. You should leave us to guess by […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Epistle to Lord Hervey on the King’s Birthday from the Country. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Epistle to Lord Hervey on the King’s Birthday from the Country Where I enjoy in contemplative chamber, Lutes, laurels, seas of milk, and ships of amber. Through shining crowds you now make way, With sideling bow and golden key; While wrapped […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Epistle from Arthur Grey, the Footman, to Mrs. Murray, after His Condemnation for Attempting to Comm. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Epistle from Arthur Grey, the Footman, to Mrs. Murray, after His Condemnation for Attempting to Comm Read, lovely nymph, and tremble not to read, I have no more to wish, nor you to dread; I ask not life, for life to me […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Town Eclogues: Monday; Roxana, or the Drawing-Room. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Town Eclogues: Monday; Roxana, or the Drawing-Room Roxana from the court retiring late, Sigh’d her soft sorrows at St. JAMES’s gate: Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breast, Not her own chairmen wth more weight opprest; They groan the cruel load […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. An Epistle from Pope to Lord Bolingbroke. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) An Epistle from Pope to Lord Bolingbroke Confess, dear Laelius! pious, just, and wise, Some self-content does in that bosom rise, When you reflect, as sure you sometimes must, What talents Heaven does to thy virtue trust, While with contempt you view […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Town Eclogues: Saturday; the Small-Pox. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Town Eclogues: Saturday; the Small-Pox FLAVIA. The wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin’d, Thus breath’d the anguish of a wounded mind; A glass revers’d in her right hand she bore, For now she shun’d the face she sought before. ‘How […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. A Summary of Lord Lyttleton’s Advice to a Lady. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) A Summary of Lord Lyttleton’s Advice to a Lady Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet, In short, my deary, kiss me! and be quiet. Mary Wortley Montagu’s other poems: Town Eclogues: Wednesday; the Tête à Tête An Elegy on […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. My Native Land. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) My Native Land Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d From wandering on a foreign strand! […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Impromptu, to a Young Lady Singing. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Impromptu, to a Young Lady Singing Sing, gentle maid — reform my breast, And soften all my care; Thus may I be some moments blest, And easy in despair. The pow’r of Orpheus lives in you; You can the passions of my […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Treasure. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Treasure Three times have I beheld Fear leap in a babe’s face, and take his breath, Fear, like the fear of eld That knows the price of life, the name of death. What is it justifies This thing, this dread, this fright […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. To O——, of Her Dark Eyes. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) To O——, of Her Dark Eyes Across what calm of tropic seas, ‘Neath alien clusters of the nights, Looked, in the past, such eyes as these! Long-quenched, relumed, ancestral lights! The generations fostered them; And steadfast Nature, secretwise— Thou seedling child of that […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Two Shakespeare Tercentenaries. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Two Shakespeare Tercentenaries OF BIRTH, 1864; OF DEATH, 1916 TO SHAKESPEARE Longer than thine, than thine, Is now my time of life; and thus thy years Seem to be clasped and harboured within mine. O how ignoble this my clasp appears! […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. A Thrush before Dawn. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) A Thrush before Dawn A voice peals in this end of night A phrase of notes resembling stars, Single and spiritual notes of light. What call they at my window-bars? The South, the past, the day to be, An ancient infelicity. Darkling, deliberate, […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. To Tintoretto in Venice. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) To Tintoretto in Venice The Art of Painting had in the Primitive years looked with the light, not towards it. Before Tintoretto’s date, however, many painters practised shadows and lights, and turned more or less sunwards; but he set the figure between himself […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Summer in England, 1914. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Summer in England, 1914 On London fell a clearer light; Caressing pencils of the sun Defined the distances, the white Houses transfigured one by one, The “long, unlovely street” impearled. O what a sky has walked the world! Most happy year! And out […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Nurse Edith Cavell. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Nurse Edith Cavell Two o’clock, the morning of October 12th, 1915 To her accustomed eyes The midnight-morning brought not such a dread As thrills the chance-awakened head that lies In trivial sleep on the habitual bed. ‘Twas yet some hours ere light; […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Length of Days. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Length of Days TO THE EARLY DEAD IN BATTLE There is no length of days But yours, boys who were children once. Of old The Past beset you in your childish ways, With sense of Time untold. What have you then forgone? […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. A Father of Women. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) A Father of Women AD SOROREM E. B. “Thy father was transfused into thy blood.” Dryden: Ode to Mrs. Anne Killigrew. Our father works in us, The daughters of his manhood. Not undone Is he, not wasted, though transmuted thus, And […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. An Hour With Thee. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) * * * An hour with thee! When earliest day Dapples with gold the eastern gray, Oh, what can frame my mind to bear The toil and turmoil, cark and care, New griefs, which coming hours unfold, And sad remembrance of the old? One […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Easter Night. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Easter Night All night had shout of men and cry Of woeful women filled His way; Until that noon of sombre sky On Friday, clamour and display Smote Him; no solitude had He, No silence, since Gethsemane. Public was Death; but Power, but […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Beautiful Blue Danube. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Beautiful Blue Danube [With “Blue Danube Waltz” as musical accompaniment.] They drift down the hall together, He smiles in her lifted eyes; Like waves of that mighty river, The strains of the “Danube” rise. They float on its rhythmic measure, Like […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Be Sorry for the Boys a Bit. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) * * * Be sorry for the boys a bit, And mothers, guard your girls. What are they doing while you knit? Can they among the throngs be found That daily haunt the camping ground, With skirts that hardly hide the knees, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Be Not Content. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Be Not Content Be not content, contentment means inaction, The growing soul aches on its upward quest; Satiety is twin to satisfaction– All great achievements spring from life’s unrest. The tiny roots, deep in the dark mould hiding, Would never bless the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Gray. On the Death of a Favourite Cat. Томас Грей.
Thomas Gray (Томас Грей) On the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes ‘Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclin’d, Gaz’d on the […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Psalm 2. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Psalm 2 Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning. Acts 4:24, etc. [Maker and sovereign Lord Of heav’n, and earth, and seas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And answers thy decrees. The things so long foretold By David are fulfilled, When Jews […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 20. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 20 The provisions of the table of our Lord. Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand, And sing the solemn feast, Where sweet celestial dainties stand For every willing guest. [The tree of life adorns the board With rich immortal fruit; And […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 106. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 106 Repentance at the cross. O, if my soul were formed for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow From both my streaming eyes. ‘Twas for my sins my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Psalm 131. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Psalm 131 Humility and submission. Is there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? Lord, I appeal to thee. I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild, Content, my […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Examples of Early Piety. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Examples of Early Piety What blest examples do I find Writ in the Word of Truth Of children that began to mind Religion in their youth! Jesus, who reigns above the sky, And keeps the world in awe, Was once a child as […]
English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. Jenny Kissed Me. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант. Дженни меня целовала
James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант) Jenny Kissed Me Jenny kissed 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 […]