English Poetry. Anne Hunter. Song 13. SPRING returns, the flowrets blow. Энн Хантер.
Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Song 13. SPRING returns, the flowrets blow SPRING returns, the flowrets blow; Will hope return? ah, no! ah, no! With the dreams of youth she flies, And like the rose, her emblem, dies. Fancy droops beneath the shade, And all the gay delights are […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 12. Denial. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 12. Denial When some new thought of love in me is born, Then swift I seek a token fair and meet That may unblamed thy blessèd vision greet; Whether it be a rose, not […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 11. “Once Only”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 11. “Once Only” Once only, Love, may love’s sweet song be sung; But once, Love, at our feet love’s flower is flung; Once, Love, once only, Love, can we be young; Say shall we love, dear Love, […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 10. Love’s Monotone. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 10. Love’s Monotone Thou art so used, Love, to thine own bird’s song,— Sung to thine ear in love’s low monotone, Sung to thee only, Love, to thee alone Of all the listening world,—that […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Early. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Early I like to lie and wait, to see My Mother braid her hair. It is as long as it can be, And yet she doesn’t care. I love my Mother’s hair. And then the way her fingers go; They look […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Wing-Sprouts. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Wing-Sprouts It happens when the birds go by And leave you far behind; And you flutter, till you ache All around your mind.– Like a Flag, Like a Flag Flapping at the wind! It happens when you catch the hills As […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. The Green Singing-Book. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) The Green Singing-Book I don’t know how to read the words, Nor how the black things go. But if you stand it up, and sing, You never have to know. The music sounds alike each time When grown-up people play; But […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. The Beggar-Man. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) The Beggar-Man He only looked like a Beggar-man, As ragged, just, as any. But he might have been an Angel, too. So I gave him my penny. I waited, till I thought I saw Him shining through. And when he Held […]
English Poetry. George Meredith. A Stave Of Roving Tim. Джордж Мередит.
George Meredith (Джордж Мередит) A Stave Of Roving Tim (Addressed to certain friendly tramps.) I The wind is East, the wind is West, Blows in and out of haven; The wind that blows is the wind that’s best, And croak, my jolly raven! If here […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Angels. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Angels They are more shy than Snow. You may look up and try to see one there, Just when you feel It breathing on your hair; But then It has to go.– Somehow, I know. They want you to believe How […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Church-Time. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Church-Time It feels Forever without End, The time I have to stay. It’s even harder to keep still Than pray and pray and pray. The reading happens all the time; The praying rolls along; And something makes them always sing A […]
English Poetry. Josephine Preston Peabody. Thunder-Storms. Жозефина Престон Пибоди.
Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди) Thunder-Storms Excepting when they’re very loud, And then, when they’re almost too bright, I love to see a Thunder-Storm, Excepting when it’s in the night. It’s harder to remember, then: It’s Very Wicked not to trust A Thunder-Storm. Because it’s Sure […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. On Himself (Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) On Himself (Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light) Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light; And weep for me, lost in an endless night; Or mourn, or make a marble verse for me, Who writ for […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. “I Am the Way”. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) “I Am the Way” Thou art the Way. Hadst Thou been nothing but the goal, I cannot say If Thou hadst ever met my soul. I cannot see— I, child of process—if there lies An end for me, Full of repose, full of […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Veneration of Images. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Veneration of Images Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat, Gather, clasp, welcome, bind, Lack, or remember; whose warm pulses beat With love of thine own kind:— Unlifted for a blessing on yon sea, Unshrined on this highway, O flesh, O grief, thou […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Why Wilt Thou Chide?. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Why Wilt Thou Chide? Why wilt thou chide, Who has attained to be denied? O learn, above All price is my refusal, Love. My sacred Nay Was never cheapened by the way. Thy single sorrow crowns thee lord Of an unpurchasable word. O […]
English Poetry. Thomas Randolph. On Six Cambridge Lasses Bathing Themselves. Томас Рэндольф.
Thomas Randolph (Томас Рэндольф) On Six Cambridge Lasses Bathing Themselves When bashfull daylight now was gone And night, that hides a blush, came on. Sixe Pretty Nymphes to wash away The sweatinge of a Summers daye In Chams fair streames did gently swim And naked bathd each curious […]
English Poetry. Henry Francis Lyte. Abide with Me!. Генри Фрэнсис Лит.
Henry Francis Lyte (Генри Фрэнсис Лит) Abide with Me! Abide with me! fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; […]
English Poetry. Henry Francis Lyte. God of Mercy, God of Grace. Генри Фрэнсис Лит.
Henry Francis Lyte (Генри Фрэнсис Лит) * * * God of mercy, God of grace, Show the brightness of Thy face; Shine upon us, Savior, shine, Fill Thy Church with light divine, And Thy saving health extend, Unto earth’s remotest end. Let the people praise Thee, Lord! […]
English Poetry. George Meredith. Requiem. Джордж Мередит.
George Meredith (Джордж Мередит) Requiem Where faces are hueless, where eyelids are dewless, Where passion is silent and hearts never crave; Where thought hath no theme, and where sleep hath no dream, In patience and peace thou art gone-to thy grave! Gone where no warning can wake thee […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Mountain Fantasy. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Mountain Fantasy CLOSE to each mountain’s towering peak A white cloud leans its tearful cheek, Till all its soul of mystic pain Dissolves in slow, soft, vaporous rain. Thus, when our heart-griefs seek aright Some heavenly Thought’s majestic height, Their […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. Pent in This Common Sphere of Sensual Shows. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) * * * PENT in this common sphere of sensual shows, I pine for beauty; beauty of fresh mien, And gentle utterance, and the charm serene, Wherewith the hue of mystic dream-land glows; I pine for loving music, the repose Of low-voiced […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. My Study. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) My Study THIS is my world! within these narrow walls, I own a princely service. The hot care And tumult of our frenzied life are here But as a ghost and echo; what befalls In the far mart to me is less […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. A Dream of the South Winds. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) A Dream of the South Winds O FRESH, how fresh and fair Through the crystal gulfs of air, The fairy South Wind floateth on her subtle wings of balm! And the green earth lapped in bliss, To the magic of her kiss […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. At Last. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) At Last In youth, when blood was warm and fancy high, I mocked at death. How many a quaint conceit I wove about his veiled head and feet, Vaunting aloud, Why need we dread to die? But now, enthralled by deep solemnity, […]
English Poetry. Paul Hamilton Hayne. The True Heaven. Пол Гамильтон Хейн.
Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн) The True Heaven THE bliss for which our spirits pine, That bliss we feel shall yet be given, Somehow, in some far realm divine, Some marvellous state we call a heaven. Is not the bliss of languorous hours A glory of […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Art Thou Alive?. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Art Thou Alive? Art thou alive? Nay, not too soon reply, Tho’ hand, and foot, and lip, and ear, and eye, Respond, and do thy bidding yet may be Grim death has done his direst work with thee. Life, as God gives it, […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Appreciation. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Appreciation They prize not most the opulence of June Who from the year’s beginning to its close Dwell, where unfading verdure tireless grows, And where sweet summer’s harp is kept in tune. We must have listened to the winter’s rune, And felt impatient […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Answer. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Answer O well have we done the old tasks! in the old, old ways of earth. We have kept the house in order, we have given the children birth; And our sons went out with their fathers, and left us alone at the […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. All the World. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) All the World All the world is full of babies, Sobbing, sighing everywhere; Looking out, with eyes of terror, Beating at the empty air. Do they see the strife before them, That they sob and tremble so? Oh, the helpless, frightened babies! Still […]
English Poetry. George Meredith. To a Nightingale. Джордж Мередит.
George Meredith (Джордж Мередит) To a Nightingale O nightingale! how hast thou learnt The note of the nested dove? While under thy bower the fern hangs burnt And no cloud hovers above! Rich July has many a sky With splendour dim, that thou mightst hymn, And make rejoice […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Alcohol’s Requiem upon Prof. P.F.K., a Gifted man, Who Died a Victim to Strong Drink. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Alcohol’s Requiem upon Prof. P.F.K., a Gifted man, Who Died a Victim to Strong Drink Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won you another! Another grand soul I have ruined and taken; I, who am licensed by good Christian people, Eat and eat […]
English Poetry. Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey. So Cruel Prison. Генри Говард, граф Сарри.
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (Генри Говард, граф Сарри) So Cruel Prison So cruel prison how could betide, alas, As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy With a king’s son my childish years did pass In greater feast than Priam’s sons of Troy; Where each sweet […]
English Poetry. Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey. The Sun Hath Twice. Генри Говард, граф Сарри.
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (Генри Говард, граф Сарри) The Sun Hath Twice The sun hath twice brought forth the tender green, And clad the earth in lively lustiness; Once have the winds the trees despoiled clean, And now again begins their cruelness, Since I have hid under […]
English Poetry. Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey. Alas! So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace. Генри Говард, граф Сарри.
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (Генри Говард, граф Сарри) * * * Alas! so all things now do hold their peace, Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing. The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease, The night{:e}s chare the stars about doth bring. Calm is the […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Old Superb. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Old Superb The wind was rising easterly, the morning sky was blue, The Straits before us opened wide and free; We looked towards the Admiral, where high the Peter flew, And all our hearts were dancing like the sea. “The French are gone […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Bright Medusa. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Bright Medusa She’s the daughter of the breeze, She’s the darling of the seas, And we call her, if you please, the bright Medu—sa; From beneath her bosom bare To the snakes among her hair She’s a flash o’ golden light, the bright […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. The Yellow Bittern. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) The Yellow Bittern The yellow bittern that never broke out In a drinking bout, might as well have drunk; His bones are thrown on a naked stone Where he lived alone like a hermit monk. O yellow bittern! I pity your lot, Though they […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Ideal. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Ideal Fragment of a perfect plan Is the mortal life of man: Beauty alone can make it whole, Beauty alone can help the soul To labour over the island span Lying between seas that roll Darkly, forward and behind: Beauty beatific will bind The […]
English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. A Woman. Томас Макдона.
Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) A Woman Time on her face has writ A hundred years, And all the page of it Blurred with his tears; Yet in his holiest crypt Treasuring the scroll, Keeps the sweet manuscript Fair as her soul. Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems: Isn’t It […]