English Poetry. Abraham Cowley. To The Lord Falkland. Абрахам Каули.
Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) To The Lord Falkland FOR HIS SAFE RETURN FROM THE NORTHERN EXPEDITION AGAINST THE SCOTS. Great is thy Charge, O North! be wise and just, England commits her Falkland to thy trust; Return him safe; Learning would rather choose Her Bodley or her […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Witch’s Child. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Witch’s Child ‘Tis Elfinell–a witch’s child, From holy minster banned…. Again the old glad bells ring out Through all the Christmas land. No gift might she receive or give, Nor kneel to Mary’s child: She watched from far the joyous […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Melchior’s Ride. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Melchior’s Ride Melchior rides from door to door, Large Christmas doles he seeks; A pannier wide receives the store, Yet never a word he speaks! The nougat bells so merrily ring Yet never a note he hears; He gathers the gifts […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 86. Ne’er Ask the Hour. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 86. Ne’er Ask the Hour Ne’er ask the hour — what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures? The golden moments lent us thus Are not his coin, but Pleasure’s. If counting them o’er could add to their […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 104. As Vanquish’d Erin. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 104. As Vanquish’d Erin AS vanquish’d Erin wept beside The Boyne’s ill-fated river, She saw where Discord, in the tide, Had dropp’d his loaded quiver. “Lie hid,” she cried, “ye venom’d darts, Where mortal eye may shun you; Lie hid — […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 70. ’Tis Gone, and for Ever. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 70. ’Tis Gone, and for Ever ’TIS gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven’s first dawn o’er the sleep of the dead — When Man, from the slumber of ages awaking, Look’d upward, and bless’d the pure […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 39. The Prince’s Day. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 39. The Prince’s Day THOUGH dark are our sorrows, today we’ll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: There never were hearts, if our rulers would let them, More form’d to be grateful and blest than […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 19. Eveleen’s Bower. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 19. Eveleen’s Bower OH! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen’s bower, The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; The moon hid her light, From the heavens that night, And wept behind her clouds o’er the maiden’s shame. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore; But oh! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 6. The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 6. The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls THE harp that once through Tara’s halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 118. Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 118. «Я помню время, Арранмор…»
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 118. Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when, by thy shore, I wandered young and free. Full many a path I’ve tried, since then, Thro’ pleasure’s flowery maze, But […]
English Poetry. Abraham Cowley. On the Death of Mr. Crashaw. Абрахам Каули.
Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) On the Death of Mr. Crashaw Poet and Saint! to thee alone are given The two most sacred names of earth and heaven, The hard and rarest union which can be Next that of godhead with humanity. Long did the Muses banish’d slaves abide, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 110. Sing, Sweet Harp. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 110. «Пускай мне Арфа пропоёт…»
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 110. Sing, Sweet Harp Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long buried dreams shall raise; – Some lay that tells of vanished fame, Whose light once round us shone; […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Desmond. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Desmond By the “Church of the Name” lies Desmond, The body of Desmond lies, And the wind of the east cries “Desmond,” And “Desmond” the west wind cries. And the wind of the south calls “Desmond,” And “Desmond” the north wind calls, As […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. The Isle of Doom. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) The Isle of Doom Out of the mist off Galway shore, Out of the morning mist, Rose the island of Hy Brasail With its crags of amethyst; Crags of purple and amethyst, And meads of gleaming green, Rose the island of Hy Brasail […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. The Way of the Cross. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) The Way of the Cross Where the wild sea-mew flocks and flees, And neither winds nor skies beguile, Foam-set amid the Irish seas Is rugged Skellig Michael isle. Up its escarpments, rough and grim, To its bleak summit rimmed with moss, The monks […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Tyrconnell. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Tyrconnell They crowned Tyrconnell On the rock of Doon; “Hail! hail!” they said, To that anointed head, The henchman all; They led him to the hall; “Hail! hail! Tyrconnell!” How the rafters rang! Clang! clang! How the blades out-sprang, Like shimmering lake-water underneath the […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. The Spectral Rowers. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) The Spectral Rowers What is that shimmering line of white Gliding under the stark midnight– Gliding–gliding–gliding–gliding– Where the river gleams when the moon is bright? There is never a sound save the night bird’s cry, And the languid water lapsing by– Lapsing–lapsing–lapsing–lapsing– Under […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Etching at Night. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Etching at Night I wandered in the streets of Galway-town, When night had let her dusky curtains down, And in a doorway, tall and fair and slight, Framed by an inner beam of golden light, Beheld a maiden of madonna face, Pensive and sad, […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Ballad of Protestant’s Leap. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Ballad of Protestant’s Leap It was Sir Frederick Hamilton’s men Were hungry for the fray, And it was a son of the bog and fen Would guide them on their way. By the good book an oath he took, This glib and open […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. A Song for Joyce’s Country. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) A Song for Joyce’s Country O a song for Joyce’s Country, where the grim wild mountains be, And the wind wails over the moorland as the wind wails over the sea, Where the new moon’s silver sickle sees little of grain to reap, And […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 80. Whene’er I See Those Smiling Eyes. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 80. «Переполняет этот взгляд…»
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 80. Whene’er I See Those Smiling Eyes Whene’er I see those smiling eyes, So full of hope, and joy, and light, As if no cloud could ever rise, To dim a heaven so purely bright – I sigh to think how […]
English Poetry. Abraham Cowley. Beauty. Абрахам Каули.
Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) Beauty LIBERAL Nature did dispence To all things Arms for their defence; And some she arms with sin’ewy force, And some with swiftness in the course; Some with hard Hoofs, or forked claws, And some with Horns, or tusked jaws. And some with Scales, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 83. Forget Not the Field. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 83. «Помни, придя в это поле…»
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 83. Forget Not the Field Forget not the field where they perished, The truest, the last of the brave, All gone – and the bright hope we cherished Gone with them, and quenched in their grave! Oh! could we from […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Autumn Sadness. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Autumn Sadness Air and sky are swathed in gold Fold on fold, Light glows through the trees like wine. Earth, sun-quickened, swoons for bliss ‘Neath his kiss, Breathless in a trance divine. Nature pauses from her task, Just to bask In these lull’d […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. A Masque of Venice. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) A Masque of Venice (A Dream) Not a stain, In the sun-brimmed sapphire cup that is the sky— Not a ripple on the black translucent lane Of the palace-walled lagoon. Not a cry As the gondoliers with velvet oar glide by, Through the […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Sunrise. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Sunrise September 26, 1881. Weep for the martyr! Strew his bier With the last roses of the year; Shadow the land with sables; knell The harsh-tongued, melancholy bell; Beat the dull muffled drum, and flaunt The drooping banner; let the chant Of the […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. August Moon. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) August Moon Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high, In the glowing August sky, Quenching all her neighbor stars, Save the steady flame of Mars. White as silver shines the sea, Far-off sails like phantoms be, Gliding o’er that lake of light, Vanishing in nether […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Magnetism. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Magnetism By the impulse of my will, By the red flame in my blood, By me nerves’ electric thrill, By the passion of my mood, My concentrated desire, My undying, desperate love, I ignore Fate, I defy her, Iron-hearted Death I move. When the […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Spring Longing. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Spring Longing What art thou doing here, O Imagination? Go away I entreat thee by the gods, as thou didst come, for I want thee not. But thou art come according to thy old fashion. I am not angry with thee—only go away. — […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Parting Word. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Parting Word I MUST leave thee, lady sweet Months shall waste before we meet; Winds are fair and sails are spread, Anchors leave their ocean bed; Ere this shining day grow dark, Skies shall gird my shoreless bark. Through thy tears, […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. A Modest Request. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) A Modest Request COMPLIED WITH AFTER THE DINNER AT PRESIDENT EVERETT’S INAUGURATION SCENE,—a back parlor in a certain square, Or court, or lane,—in short, no matter where; Time,—early morning, dear to simple souls Who love its sunshine and its fresh-baked rolls; […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Verses for After-Dinner Phi Beta Kappa Society, 1844. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Verses for After-Dinner Phi Beta Kappa Society, 1844 I WAS thinking last night, as I sat in the cars, With the charmingest prospect of cinders and stars, Next Thursday is—bless me!—how hard it will be, If that cannibal president calls upon me! […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. On the Death of Anne Brontë. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) On the Death of Anne Brontë THERE ‘s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I ‘ve lived the parting hour to see Of one I would have died to save. Calmly to watch the failing breath, Wishing […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Nux Postcoenatica. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Nux Postcoenatica I WAS sitting with my microscope, upon my parlor rug, With a very heavy quarto and a very lively bug; The true bug had been organized with only two antennae, But the humbug in the copperplate would have them twice […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Lines. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Lines RECITED AT THE BERKSHIRE JUBILEE, PITTSFIELD, MASS., AUGUST 23, 1844 COME back to your mother, ye children, for shame, Who have wandered like truants for riches or fame! With a smile on her face, and a sprig in her […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Sad Spring. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Sad Spring The Spring weeps, she is forlorn; Well that she may weep, alas! Now that many babes are born Whose dear fathers lie in grass. Snowdrops in the frozen earth Faint and are not comforted; Never was so sad a birth, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Speeding. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Speeding To Ivo Alan Charteris, October 17th, 1915 Requiescat is not my bidding, That is the weary man’s right speeding; You, O Child, full of life and laughter, Joy to you now and long days hereafter! Light of foot, ever running and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Prayer at Night. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Prayer at Night Lord, for the one who dies alone This night without companion, I cannot rest, I cannot sleep. O shepherd of the piteous sheep Run with Thy crook, and lift in haste The poor head to Thy loving breast. Oh slake […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Lenton Communion. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Lenton Communion Rest in a friend’s house, Dear, I pray: The way is long to Good Friday, And very chill and grey the way. No crocus with its shining cup, Nor the gold daffodil is up, – Nothing is here save the snowdrop. […]