English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. See It Through. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) See It Through When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge it, Do the best that you […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. A Toast to the Men. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) A Toast to the Men Dedicated to the Women Here’s to the men! Since Adam’s time They’ve always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong, The woman is to blame. From early morn to late at night, The men fault-finders are; […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Little Orphan. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Little Orphan The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky; A puddle in a vacant lot his sea where ships pass by: Poor little orphan boy of five, the city smoke and grime Taint every cooling breeze […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Twenty years hence my eyes may grow If not quite dim, yet rather so, Still yours from others they shall know Twenty years hence. Twenty years hence tho’ it may hap That I be call’d to take a nap […]
English Poetry. Coventry Patmore. Departure. Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор).
Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор)) Departure It was not like your great and gracious ways! Do you, that have naught other to lament, Never, my Love, repent Of how, that July afternoon, You went, With sudden, unintelligible phrase, And frighten’d eye, Upon your journey of so many days […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * The gates of fame and of the grave Stand under the same architrave. Walter Savage Landor’s other poems: To Barry Cornwall Ternissa! You Are Fled! Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow Fiesole Idyl Ah What Avails the Sceptred […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Ianthe! You Are Call’d to Cross the Sea!. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Ianthe! you are call’d to cross the sea! A path forbidden me! Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds Upon the mountain-heads, How often we have watcht him laying down His brow, and dropt our own Against each other’s, […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Past Ruin’d Ilion Helen Lives. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades; Verse calls them forth; ’tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids. Soon shall Oblivion’s deepening veil Hide all the peopled hills you see, The gay, the […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. December. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) December Now the Summer all is over! We have wandered through the clover, We have plucked in wood and lea Blue-bell and anemone. We were children of the Sun, Very brown to look upon; We were stained, hands and lips, With […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. The Sea-Shell. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) The Sea-Shell “AND love will stay, a summer’s day!” A long wave rippled up the strand, She flashed a white hand through the spray And plucked a sea-shell from the sand; And laughed — ” O doubting heart, have peace! When faith […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. The Bribe. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) The Bribe ‘All These I Will Give Thee’ World plaudits! Glamour of the tinsel crowd In adulation! Fame, the meator Fame, And Youth, still golden Youth! The price-a Soul. Failure! -if it be failure still to hold The Dream unbroken! […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. A Birthday Rhyme. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) A Birthday Rhyme So glide the days, dear! Dawn will not delay, Noontide will come, nor linger in its flight; And even-time in turn must pass away Into the darkness of a dreamless night. Hold fast, Beloved, thy season of delight: Make […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. In Ended Days, a Child, I Trod Thy Sands. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) * * * In ended days, a child, I trod thy sands, The sands unbuilded, rank with brush and brier And blossom—chased the sea-foam on thy strands, Young city of my love and my desire! I saw thy barren hills against the […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. When the Grass Shall Cover Me. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) * * * When the grass shall cover me, Head to foot where I am lying; When not any wind that blows, Summer blooms nor winter snows, Shall awake me to your sighing: Close above me as you pass, You will […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Sadness. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Sadness Lo, a pallid fleecy vapour Far along the East is spread; Every star has quench’d its taper, Lately glimmering over head. On the leaves, that bend so lowly, Drops of crystal water gleam; Yawning wide, the peasant slowly Drives afield his […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. The Old Women. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) The Old Women They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, Passing that way in silks. They wander, slow And solitary, through the city ways, And they alone remember those […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Madness. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Madness What darkens, what darkens?-‘t is heaven’s high roof: What lightens?-‘t is Heckla’s flame, shooting aloof: The proud, the majestic, the rugged old Thor, The mightiest giant the North ever saw, Transform’d to a mountain, stands there in the field, With ice […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The First Guest. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The First Guest When the house is finished, Death enters. Eastern Proverb Life’s House being ready all, Each chamber fair and dumb, Ere life, the Lord, is come With pomp into his hall,— Ere Toil has trod the floors, Ere […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Ride to the Lady. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Ride to the Lady “Now since mine even is come at last,— For I have been the sport of steel, And hot life ebbeth from me fast, And I in saddle roll and reel,— Come bind me, bind me on my […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Peter Stuyvesant’s New Year’s Call. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Peter Stuyvesant’s New Year’s Call 1 Jan. A. D. 1661 Where nowadays the Battery lies, New York had just begun, A new-born babe, to rub its eyes, In Sixteen Sixty-One. They christened it Nieuw Amsterdam, Those burghers grave and stately, And […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Gettysburg. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Gettysburg Wave, wave your glorious battle-flags, brave soldiers of the North, And from the field your arms have won to-day go proudly forth! For now, O comrades dear and leal,—from whom no ills could part, Through the long years of hopes and […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Abraham Lincoln. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Abraham Lincoln Assassinated Good Friday, 1865 “Forgive them, for they know not what they do!” He said, and so went shriven to his fate,— Unknowing went, that generous heart and true. Even while he spoke the slayer lay in […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Only a Dad. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Only a Dad Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the game, But glad in his heart that his own rejoice To see […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. He Made the Stars Also. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) He Made the Stars Also Vast hollow voids, beyond the utmost reach Of suns, their legions withering at His nod, Died into day hearing the voice of God; And seas new made, immense and furious, each Plunged and rolled forward, feeling for a beach; […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. The Ship. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) The Ship I LAY on Delos of the Cyclades At evening, on a cape of golden land; The blind Bard’s book was open in my hand, There where the Cyclops makes the Odyssey’s Calm pages tremble as Odysseus flees. Then, stately, like a […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. The Evening Comes. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) The Evening Comes The evening comes: the boatman lifts the net, Poles his canoe and leaves it on the shore; So low the stream he does not use the oar; The umber rocks rise like a parapet Up through the purple and the violet, […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. On My Songs. Уилфред Оуэн.
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) On My Songs Though unseen Poets, many and many a time, Have answered me as if they knew my woe, And it might seem have fashioned so their rime To be my own soul’s cry; easing the flow Of my dumb tears with language […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. The Black Portals. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) The Black Portals Spirit of mine that soon must venturous spread Through voids unknown thy feeble, fluttering plumes, Hast thou no fear to wing those endless glooms? No apprehension nor misgivings dread? Those realms unfathomed of the speechless dead, Which never gleam of eldest […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. The Mystery. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) The Mystery I NEVER know why ‘t is I love thee so: I do not think ‘t is that thine eyes for me Grow bright as sudden sunshine on the sea; Nor for thy rose-leaf lips, or breast of snow, Or voice […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. The Coup De Grace. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) The Coup De Grace IF I were very sure That all was over betwixt you and me— That, while this endless absence I endure With but one mood, one dream, one misery Of waiting, you were happier to be free,— Then […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Even There. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Even There A TROOP of babes in Summer-Land, At heaven’s gate—the children’s gate: One lifts the latch with rosy hand, Then turns and, dimpling, asks her mate,— “What was the last thing that you saw?” “I lay and watched the dawn […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. A Californian’s Dreams. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) A Californian’s Dreams A THUNDER-STORM of the olden days! The red sun’ sinks in a sleepy haze; The sultry twilight, close and still, Muffles the cricket’s drowsy trill. Then a round-topped cloud rolls up the west, Black to its smouldering, ashy crest, […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. A Memory. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) A Memory UPON the barren, lonely hill We sat to watch the sinking sun; Below, the land grew dim and still, Whose evening shadow had begun. Her finger parted the shut book,— At Aylmer’s Field the leaf was turned,— Round her meek […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Summer Night. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Summer Night FROM the warm garden in the summer night All faintest odors came: the tuberose white Glimmered in its dark bed, and many a bloom Invisibly breathed spices on the gloom. It stirred a trouble in the man’s dull heart, A […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. A Resting-Place. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) A Resting-Place A SEA of shade; with hollow heights above, Where floats the redwood’s airy roof away, Whose feathery lace the drowsy breezes move, And softly through the azure windows play. No nearer stir than yon white cloud astray, No closer sound […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Force. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Force THE stars know a secret They do not tell; And morn brings a message Hidden well. There’s a blush on the apple, A tint on the wing, And the bright wind whistles, And the pulses sting. Perish dark memories! […]
English Poetry. Edward Rowland Sill. Night and Peace. Эдвард Роулэнд Силл.
Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл) Night and Peace NIGHT in the woods,—night: Peace, peace on the plain. The last red sunset beam Belts the tall beech with gold; The quiet kine are in the fold, And stilly flows the stream. Soon shall we see the stars again, […]
English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Training. Уилфред Оуэн.
Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Training Not this week nor this month dare I lie down In languour under lime trees or smooth smile. Love must not kiss my face pale that is brown. My lips, parting, shall drink space, mile by mile; Strong meats be all my […]
English Poetry. George Essex Evans. The Song of Life. Джордж Эссекс Эванс.
George Essex Evans (Джордж Эссекс Эванс) The Song of Life Sing not of Rest For heart, or brain, or the strong soul’s emotion Beneath the shadow of Eternal peace! There is no rest in Nature or surcease Of Law, and Labour, in unceasing motion. Sing not of Rest! […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Hard Luck. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Hard Luck Ain’t no use as I can see In sittin’ underneath a tree An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad, An’ that your life is extry sad; Your life ain’t sadder than your neighbor’s Nor any harder are your labors; It […]