English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Judgment in Heaven. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Judgment in Heaven Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with his splendid eyes; Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to win to the Father of Paradise, Through the conscious and palpitant grasses * of inter-tangled relucent dyes. […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Dream-Tryst. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Dream-Tryst The breaths of kissing night and day Were mingled in the eastern Heaven: Throbbing with unheard melody Shook Lyra all its star-chord seven: When dusk shrunk cold, and light trod shy, And dawn’s grey eyes were troubled grey; And souls went palely up […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Fallen Yew. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Fallen Yew It seemed corrival of the world’s great prime, Made to un-edge the scythe of Time, And last with stateliest rhyme. No tender Dryad ever did indue That rigid chiton of rough yew, To fret her white flesh through: But […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To the Dead Cardinal of Westminster. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) To the Dead Cardinal of Westminster I will not perturbate Thy Paradisal state With praise Of thy dead days; To the new-heavened say,— “Spirit, thou wert fine clay:” This do, Thy praise who knew. Therefore my spirit clings Heaven’s porter by the […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea Her soul from earth to Heaven lies, Like the ladder of the vision, Whereon go To and fro, In ascension and demission, Star-flecked feet of Paradise. Now she is drawn up from me, All my angels, wet-eyed, tristful, Gaze […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Saint Sepulchre’s beside the Sea. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Saint Sepulchre’s beside the Sea The new moon marked the twilight hour, A night-jar quavered eerily, And swallows circled round the tower— Saint Sepulchre’s beside the sea. The ivy clung, the ivy climbed, The wilding rose twined tenderly, And Time, the overlord, sublimed […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Mew. In the Fields. Шарлотта Мью.
Charlotte Mew (Шарлотта Мью) In the Fields Lord when I look at lovely things which pass, Under old trees the shadow of young leaves Dancing to please the wind along the grass, Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves; Can I believe there […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. A Sea Change. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) A Sea Change Night-long I heard the poignant undertone, The interminable sobbing of the sea; And now that morn breaks dim and dolorously I mark the riotous surges landward blown, Tempestuous and towering, and hurled prone Upon the stark sand reaches; and the glee […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Marathon. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) Marathon I could believe that under such a sky, Thus grave, thus streaked with thunderlight, of yore, The small Athenian troop rushed onward, more As Bacchanals, than men about to die. How weak that massive motley enemy Seemed to those hearts, full–fed […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Six Years, Six Cycles of Dead Hours. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) * * * Six years, six cycles of dead hours, Six falls of leaves, six births of flowers! It is not that, you know full well, That makes my labouring bosom swell, ‘Tis not the memory of lost Time, Since last I […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Written at Mycenae. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) Written at Mycenae I saw a weird procession glide along The vestibule before the Lion’s gate; A Man of godlike limb and warrior state, Who never looked behind him, led the throng; Next a pale Girl, singing sweet sorrow, met My eyes, […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. A Dream in a Gondola. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) A Dream in a Gondola I had a dream of waters: I was borne Fast down the slimy tide Of eldest Nile, and endless flats forlorn Stretched out on either side,– Save where from time to time arose Red Pyramids, like flames […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Delphi. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) Delphi Beneath the vintage moon’s uncertain light, And some faint stars that pierced the film of cloud, Stood those Parnassian peaks before my sight, Whose fame throughout the ancient world was loud. Still could I dimly trace the terraced lines Diverging […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. The Fireworks from the Castle of St. Angelo. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) The Fireworks from the Castle of St. Angelo Play on, play on, I share your gorgeous glee, Creatures of elemental mirth! play on,– Let each fulfil his marvellous destiny, My heart leaps up and falls in unison. The Tower round which ye […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Back Again, Back Again!. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) * * * Back again, back again! We are passing back again; We are ceasing to be men! Without the strife Of waning life, Or weary fears Of loveless years,– Without the darkened eye, Without the paling brow, Without a pulse of […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Grief Sat Beside the Fount of Tears. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) * * * Grief sat beside the fount of tears, And dipt her garland in it, While all the paly flowers she wears Grew fainter every minute. Joy gamboled by the other side, In gay and artless guise, And to her […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Only We. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) Only We Dream no more that grief and pain Could such hearts as ours enchain, Safe from loss and safe from gain, Free, as love makes free. When false friends pass coldly by, Sigh, in earnest pity, sigh, Turning thine unclouded […]
English Poetry. Isaac Rosenberg. The Jew. Айзек Розенберг. Еврей
Isaac Rosenberg (Айзек Розенберг) The Jew Moses, from whose loins I sprung, Lit by a lamp in his blood Ten immutable rules, a moon For mutable lampless men. The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy, With the same heaving blood, Keep tide to the moon of Moses. Then […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 123. From This Hour the Pledge Is Given. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 123. From This Hour the Pledge Is Given FROM this hour the pledge is given, From this hour my soul is thine: Come what will, from earth of heaven, Weal or woe, thy fate be mine. When the proud and great […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 115. Song of Innisfail. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 115. Song of Innisfail THEY came from a land beyond the sea, And now o’er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly, From the sunny land of Spain. “Oh, where’s the isle we’ve seen in dreams, Our destined […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 102. And Doth Not a Meeting Like This. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 102. And Doth Not a Meeting Like This AND doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I’ve been wandering away — To see thus around me my youth’s early friends, As smiling and kind as […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 92. O’Donohue’s Mistress. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 92. O’Donohue’s Mistress OF all the fair months, that round the sun In light-link’d dance their circles run, Sweet May, shine thou for me; For still, when thy earliest beams arise, That youth, who beneath the blue lake lies, Sweet May, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 33. ’Tis Sweet to Think. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 33. ’Tis Sweet to Think ’TIS sweet to think that, where’er we rove, We are sure to find something blissful and dear, And that, when we’re far from the lips that we love, We’ve but to make love to the lips […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 24. Sublime Was the Warning. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 24. Sublime Was the Warning SUBLIME was the warning that liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke Into life and revenge from the conqueror’s chain. Oh, Liberty! let not this spirit have rest, Till it move, like a […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 21. Desmond’s Song. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 21. Desmond’s Song BY the Feal’s wave benighted, No star in the skies, To thy door by Love lighted, I first saw those eyes. Some voice whisper’d o’er me, As the threshold I cross’d, There was ruin before me, If I […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 119. Lay His Sword by His Side. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 119. «Если умер герой…»
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 119. Lay His Sword by His Side Lay his sword by his side,[1] – it hath served him too well Not to rest near his pillow below; To the last moment true, from his hand ere it fell, Its point was […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. The Fire-Fly. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) The Fire-Fly “Are you flying through the night Looking where to find me?” “Nay; I travel with a light For the folks behind me.” John Bannister Tabb’s other poems: Chimney Stacks The Bobolink The Honey-Bee The Bee and the Blossoms The Pleiads […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. Sleep. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) Sleep When he is a little chap, We call him Nap. When he somewhat older grows, We call him Doze. When his age by hours we number, We call him Slumber. John Bannister Tabb’s other poems: Chimney Stacks The Bobolink The […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. The Teacher’s Monologue. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) The Teacher’s Monologue THE room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, as it is bliss to be, Still and untroubled. Now, I see, For the first time, how soft the day O’er […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 86. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 86. Его ли стих – могучий шум ветрил
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 86. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of (all too precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. Light and Shadow. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) Light and Shadow “I love you, little maid,” Said the Sunbeam to the Shade, As all day long she shrank away before him; But at twilight, ere he died, She was weeping at his side; And he felt her tresses softly trailing […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. Amid the Roses. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) Amid the Roses There was laughter ‘mid the Roses, For it was their natal day; And the children in the garden were As light of heart as they. There were sighs amid the Roses, For the night was coming on; And […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. A Legacy. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) A Legacy Do you remember, little cloud, This morning when you lay– A mist along the river–what The waters had to say? And how the many-coloured flowers That on the margin grew, All promised when the day was done To leave […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. Seed-Time. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) Seed-Time When Trumpet-flowers begin to blow The Thistle-downs take heed, For then they know ’tis time to go And plant the wingèd seed. John Bannister Tabb’s other poems: Chimney Stacks The Bobolink The Bee and the Blossoms The Honey-Bee The Pleiads […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. What the Pine Trees Said. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) What the Pine Trees Said I heard the swaying pine trees speak, As I went down the glen: “Next year,” said one, “the wind shall seek, But find me not again!” “I shall go forth upon the seas, A mast, or […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Birds on the Christmas Sheaf. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Birds on the Christmas Sheaf “And wherefore,” the finch to the starling said, On the Christmas sheaf, as they hungrily fed, “Wherefore do now the children of men Open their hands, when, again and again, They drove us away from their […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Christmas Sheaf. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Christmas Sheaf Provençal It was a gleaner in the fields,– The fields gleaned long ago: The evening wind swept down from heights Already brushed with snow. The gleaner turned to right, to left, With searching steps forlorn; The stubble-blade […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Christmas Post. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Christmas Post In Sulz-am-Neckar, when night shuts down, And the Christmas Eve has come, All through the little snow-white town There’s a joyous stir and hum. Now here and now there, along the street, From windows wide open flung, Float childish […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. A Christmas Offering. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) A Christmas Offering Florence, Italy I shall never forget Cimabue’s Madonna, No, nor the niche close by in the wall, Where, on the straw, the Bambino was lying, While the oxen knelt in the stall. Rude are the images, tinsel […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Babushka. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Babushka A Russian Legend Babushka sits before the fire Upon a winter’s night; The driving winds heap up the snow, Her hut is snug and tight; The howling winds,–they only make Babushka’s more bright! She hears a knocking at the […]