English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 126. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 126 God glorified in the gospel. The Lord, descending from above, Invites his children near, While power, and truth, and boundless love, Display their glories here. Here in thy gospel’s wondrous flame Fresh wisdom we pursue; A thousand angels learn thy […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Afternoon. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Afternoon Small, shapeless drifts of cloud Sail slowly northward in the soft-hued sky, With blur half-tints and rolling summits bright, By the late sun caressed; slight hazes shroud All things afar; shineth each leaf anigh With its own warmth and light. O’erblown by […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Saint Romualdo. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Saint Romualdo I give God thanks that I, a lean old man, Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled with keen pains By austere penance and continuous toil, Now rest in spirit, and possess “the peace Which passeth understanding.” Th’ end draws nigh, Though the beginning is […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Matins. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Matins Gray earth, gray mist, gray sky: Through vapors hurrying by, Larger than wont, on high Floats the horned, yellow moon. Chill airs are faintly stirred, And far away is heard, Of some fresh-awakened bird, The querulous, shrill tune. The dark mist hides […]
English Poetry. George Moses Horton. The Southern Refugee. Джордж Мозес Хортон.
George Moses Horton (Джордж Мозес Хортон) The Southern Refugee What sudden ill the world await, From my dear residence I roam; I must deplore the bitter fate, To straggle from my native home. The verdant willow droops her head, And seems to bid a fare thee well; […]
English Poetry. George Moses Horton. Like Brothers We Meet. Джордж Мозес Хортон.
George Moses Horton (Джордж Мозес Хортон) Like Brothers We Meet Dedicated to the Federal and Late Confederate Soldiers Like heart-loving brothers we meet, And still the loud thunders of strife, The blaze of fraternity kindles most sweet, There’s nothing more pleasing in life. The black cloud […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Be Not Attached. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Be Not Attached “Be not attached,”–so runs the great command For those who seek to “Know and Understand.” Who sounds the waters of the deeper sea Must first draw up his anchor and go free. But not for me that knowledge. I […]
English Poetry. Anne Grant. Eighteen Hundred and Thirteen. Энн Грант.
Anne Grant (Энн Грант) Eighteen Hundred and Thirteen The bard inspired by Heaven, and he alone, Can shed a lasting lustre round the throne; The noble deeds, sung to the immortal lyre, The souls of future bards and heroes fire: The love of virtue, and the thirst of […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Ode for the New Year, 1763. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Ode for the New Year, 1763 At length th’ imperious Lord of War Yields to the Fates their ebon car, And frowning quits his toil: Dash’d from his hand the bleeding spear Now deigns a happier form to wear, And peaceful turns the soil. […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. To the Honourable [Charles Townsend]. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) To the Honourable [Charles Townsend] O CHARLES, in absence hear a friend complain, Who knows thou lov’st him whereso’er he goes, Yet feels uneasy starts of idle pain, And often would be told the thing he knows. Why then, thou loiterer, fleets the silent […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. The Welsh Sea. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) The Welsh Sea Far out across Carnarvon bay, Beneath the evening waves, The ancient dead begin their day And stream among the graves. Listen, for they of ghostly speech, Who died when Christ was born, May dance upon the golden beach That […]
English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. To Harriet. Перси Биши Шелли. К Харриэт
Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли) To Harriet Thy look of love has power to calm The stormiest passion of my soul; Thy gentle words are drops of balm In life’s too bitter bowl; No grief is mine, but that alone These choicest blessings I have known. […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. An Ode to a Gentleman, on his pitching a Tent in his Garden. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) An Ode to a Gentleman, on his pitching a Tent in his Garden Ah! friend, forbear, nor fright the fields With hostile scenes of imag’d war; Content still roves the blooming wilds, And sheds her mildest influence there: Ah! drive not the sweet wand’rer […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. The Vision of Solomon. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) The Vision of Solomon ‘Twas night, and sleep with gently-waving wand, Sat softly brooding o’er that monarch’s brow, Whose waking nod could Judah’s realms command, Or deal destruction to the frighted foe, Great David’s son — But at this tranquil hour, No dreams of […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton The morn dispensed a dubious light, A sudden mist had stolen from sight Each pleasing vale and hill; When Damon left his humble bowers, To guard his flocks, to fence his flowers, Or check his […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. The Price of an Equipage. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) The Price of an Equipage Servum si potes, Ole, non habere, Et regem potes, Ole, non habere. Mart. (“If thou from Fortune dost no servant crave, Believe me thou no master need’st to have.”) I ask’d a friend, amidst the throng, Whose […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. His Recantation. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. His Recantation No more the Muse obtrudes her thin disguise, No more with awkward fallacy complains How every fervour from my bosom flies, And Reason in her lonesome palace reigns. Ere the chill winter of our days arrive, No more she paints […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. An Irregular Ode, After Sickness. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) An Irregular Ode, After Sickness —Melius, bunny venerit ipsa, canemus.—Virg. Imitation. His wish’d-for presence will improve the song. Too long a stranger to repose, At length from Pain’s abhorred couch I rose, And wander’d forth alone, To court once more the balmy breeze, […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Economy, A Rhapsody, Addressed to Young Poets. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Economy, A Rhapsody, Addressed to Young Poets Insanis; omnes gelidis quaecunqne lacernis Sunt tibi, Nasones Virgiliosque vides. ~Mart. Imitation. ——Thou know’st not what thou say’st; In garments that scarce fence them from the cold Our Ovids and our Virgils you behold. Part first. […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Charms of Precedence. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Charms of Precedence A Tale “Sir, will you please to walk before?”— “No, pray, Sir—you are next the door.”— “Upon mine honour, I’ll not stir.”— “Sir, I’m at home; consider, Sir”— “Excuse me, Sir; I’ll not go first.”— “Well, if I must be […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Epilogue – To the Tragedy of Cleone. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Epilogue – To the Tragedy of Cleone Well, Ladies—so much for the tragic style— And now the custom is to make you smile. To make us smile!—methinks I hear you say— Why, who can help it, at so strange a play? The captain gone […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. On Miss M–‘s’s Dancing. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) On Miss M–‘s’s Dancing Of all that gives politeness birth, Of all that claims to please, In motion, manners, or in mirth, The surest source is ease. With silent step, and graceful air, See gentle Sylvia move; Whilst heedless gazers, unaware, Resign their […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. My Friend. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) My Friend I had a friend who battled for the truth With stubborn heart and obstinate despair, Till all his beauty left him, and his youth, And there were few to love him anywhere. Then would he wander out among the graves, […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Lincoln. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Lincoln The hour was on us; where the man? The fateful sands unfaltering ran, And up the way of tears He came into the years. Our pastoral captain. Forth he came, As one that answers to his name; Nor dreamed how […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Every One to His Own Way. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Every One to His Own Way OAK leaves are big as the mouse’s ear, So, farmer, go plant. But the frost— Beware! the witch o’ the year, See that her palm be crossed. The bee is abroad, and the ant; Spider […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Somewhere. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Somewhere THE WEASEL thieves in silver suit, The rabbit runs in gray; And Pan takes up his frosty flute To pipe the cold away. The flocks are folded, boughs are bare, The salmon take the sea; And O my fair, […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Wherever a Green Blade Looks up. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) * * * Wherever a green blade looks up, A leaf lisps mystery, Whereso a blossom holds its cup A mist rings land or sea, Wherever voice doth utter sound Or silence make her round— There worship; it is holy ground. John […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Music. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Music Take of the maiden’s and the mother’s sigh, Of childhood’s dream, and hope that age doth bless, Of roses and the south wind’s tenderness, Of fir-tree’s shadow, tint of sunset sky, Of moon on meadow where the stream runs by, Of […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. The Happiest Heart. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) The Happiest Heart Who drives the horses of the sun Shall lord it but a day; Better the lowly deed were done, And kept the humble way. The rust will find the sword of fame, The dust will hide the crown; […]
English Poetry. John Vance Cheney. Coyote. Джон Ванс Чини.
John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини) Coyote A dim lithe shape moves over the mesa, Roves with the night wind up and down; The light-foot ghost, the wild dog of the shadow, Howls on the level beyond the town. Cry, cry, Coyote! No fellow has he, with […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Evening. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Evening BY A TAILOR DAY hath put on his jacket, and around His burning bosom buttoned it with stars. Here will I lay me on the velvet grass, That is like padding to earth’s meagre ribs, And hold communion with the […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Daily Trials. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Daily Trials BY A SENSITIVE MAN OH, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the sexton’s ear His own dull chimes. Ding dong! ding dong! The world is in […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Reflections of a Proud Pedestrian. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Reflections of a Proud Pedestrian I SAW the curl of his waving lash, And the glance of his knowing eye, And I knew that he thought he was cutting a dash, As his steed went thundering by. And he may ride […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. At Toledo. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) At Toledo The little stones chuckle against the fields: ‘We are so small: God will not think of us; We are so old already, we have seen So many generations blunt their ploughs, Tilling the fields we lie in; and we dream […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. My Aunt. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) My Aunt MY aunt! my dear unmarried aunt! Long years have o’er her flown; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone; I know it hurts her,—though she looks As cheerful as she can; Her waist is ampler […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Dilemma. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Dilemma Now, by the blessed Paphian queen, Who heaves the breast of sweet sixteen; By every name I cut on bark Before my morning star grew dark; By Hymen’s torch, by Cupid’s dart, By all that thrills the beating heart; The […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Cambridge Churchyard. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Cambridge Churchyard OUR ancient church! its lowly tower, Beneath the loftier spire, Is shadowed when the sunset hour Clothes the tall shaft in fire; It sinks beyond the distant eye Long ere the glittering vane, High wheeling in the western sky, […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Parting Gift. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Parting Gift I cannot give you the Metropolitan Tower; I cannot give you heaven; Nor the nine Visigoth crowns in the Cluny Museum; Nor happiness, even. But I can give you a very small purse Made out of field-mouse skin, With a painted picture […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water – On Turning Latin into English. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water – On Turning Latin into English Alembics turn to stranger things Strange things, but never while we live Shall magic turn this bronze that sings To singing water in a sieve. The trumpets of Cæsar’s guard Salute his […]
English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Address to My Soul. Элинор Уайли.
Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Address to My Soul My soul, be not disturbed By planetary war; Remain securely orbed In this contracted star. Fear not, pathetic flame; Your sustenance is doubt: Glassed in translucent dream They cannot stuff you out. Wear water, or a mask Of […]