English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The Soul. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The Soul An heritage of hopes and fears And dreams and memory, And vices of ten thousand years God gives to thee. A house of clay, the home of Fate, Haunted of Love and Sin, Where Death stands knocking at the […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The Town Witch. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The Town Witch Crab-Faced, crab-tongued, with deep-set eyes that glared, Unfriendly and unfriended lived the crone Upon the common in her hut, alone, Past which but seldom any villager fared. Some said she was a witch and rode, wild-haired, To devils’ revels: […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The Universal Wind. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The Universal Wind Wild son of Heav’n, with laughter and alarm, Now East, now West, now North, now South he goes, Bearing in one harsh hand dark death and storm, And in the other, sunshine and a rose. Madison Julius Cawein’s other […]
English Poetry. Sarah Orne Jewett. Verses. Сара Орн Джеветт.
Sarah Orne Jewett (Сара Орн Джеветт) Verses 1 A sleeping giant in his cloak of grass— The strong great hill that lifts against the sky; And nothing wakes him, even when we climb Far up with careless footsteps, you and I. Though God’s life is the […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 129. Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 129. Издержки духа и стыда растрата
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 129. Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action, and till action, lust Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust, Enjoyed no […]
English Poetry. Sarah Orne Jewett. The Spendthrift Doll. Сара Орн Джеветт.
Sarah Orne Jewett (Сара Орн Джеветт) The Spendthrift Doll As I was coming down the street, I saw the saddest sight; Sitting before a candy-shop, A doll all dressed in white. A Paris hat was on her head, Her eyes were china blue, And, looking down below her […]
English Poetry. Sarah Orne Jewett. In a Christmas Letter. Сара Орн Джеветт.
Sarah Orne Jewett (Сара Орн Джеветт) In a Christmas Letter We are so close together Though you are far away, God bless my darling and keep her safe, I whisper when I pray; Dear friend, we are each others now, And it is Christmas day. The sun […]
English Poetry. Sarah Orne Jewett. To My Father. Сара Орн Джеветт.
Sarah Orne Jewett (Сара Орн Джеветт) To My Father When in the quiet house I sat alone, Sometimes I heard your footfall drawing near; And with a thrill of gladness open wide I flung my door to bid you welcome, dear. Sometimes you did not even speak to […]
English Poetry. Sarah Orne Jewett. Assurance. Сара Орн Джеветт.
Sarah Orne Jewett (Сара Орн Джеветт) Assurance It sometimes happens that two friends will meet, And with a smile and touch of hands again Go on their way along the noisy street. Each is so sure of all the friendship sweet, The loving silence gives no thought of […]
English Poetry. Sarah Orne Jewett. A Caged Bird. Сара Орн Джеветт.
Sarah Orne Jewett (Сара Орн Джеветт) A Caged Bird High at the window in her cage, The old canary sits and sings, Nor sees across the curtain pass The shadow of a swallow’s wings. A poor deceit and copy this Of larger lives that count their span, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 27. Drink to Her. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 27. Подруга
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 27. Drink to Her Drink to her, who long Hath waked the poet’s sigh. The girl, who gave to song What gold could never buy. Oh! woman’s heart was made For minstrel hands alone; By other fingers played, It yields not […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The Waning Year. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The Waning Year A Sense of something that is sad and strange; Of something that is felt as death is felt, As shadows, phantoms, in a haunted grange, Around me seems to melt. It rises, so it seems, from the decay […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The Woman. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The Woman With her fair face she made my heaven, Beneath whose stars and moon and sun I worshiped, praying, having striven, For wealth through which she might be won. And yet she had no soul: A woman As fair and cruel […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. To Sorrow. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) To Sorrow I. O Dark-Eyed goddess of the marble brow, Whose look is silence and whose touch is night, Who walkest lonely through the world, O thou, Who sittest lonely with Life’s blown-out light; Who in the hollow hours of night’s […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Trees. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Trees “Trees,” so he said and laid him lovingly At a great beech-tree’s root, “are my best friends. Upon their love it seems my life depends. No dog or woman for me! Give me a tree! In winter saying, ‘ Courage! hold […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 128. How oft when thou, my music, music play’st. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 128. Едва лишь ты, о музыка моя
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 128. How oft when thou, my music, music play’st How oft when thou, my music, music play’st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Victory. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Victory Though dead the flower, That, from her tower, Love flung you in some perfect hour: Though quenched the light, That, on the height, Faith built, a beacon in the fight: Though gone the star, That, seen afar, Hope lit to guide […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Womanhood. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Womanhood I. The summer takes its hue From something opulent as fair in her, And the bright heav’n is brighter than it was; Brighter and lovelier, Arching its beautiful blue, Serene and soft, as her sweet gaze, o’er us. II. […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Youth. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Youth I Morn’s mystic rose is reddening on the hills, Dawn’s irised nautilus makes glad the sea; There is a lyre of flame that throbs and fills Far heaven and earth with hope’s wild ecstasy.– With lilied field and grove, Haunts […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Wherefore. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Wherefore I would not see, yet must behold The truth they preach in church and hall; And question so, – Is death then all, And life an idle tale that’s told? The myriad wonders art hath wrought I deemed eternal as […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Under the Hunter’s Moon. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Under the Hunter’s Moon White from her chrysalis of cloud, The moth-like moon swings upward through the night; And all the bee-like stars that crowd The hollow hive of heav’n wane in her light. Along the distance, folds of mist Hang […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer’s praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace! My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Father, Saviour of Mankind. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Father, Saviour of mankind, Who hast on me bestowed An immortal soul, designed To be the house of God; Come, and now reside in me, Never, never to remove; Make me just and good, like thee, And full of power and […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Happy the Man That Finds the Grace. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Happy the man that finds the grace, The blessing of God’s chosen race, The wisdom coming from above, The faith that sweetly works by love. Happy beyond description he Who knows, The Saviour died for me, The gift unspeakable obtains, […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Ye Thirsty for God, To Jesus Give Ear. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Ye thirsty for God, To Jesus give ear, And take, through his blood, A power to draw near; His kind invitation Ye sinners embrace, Accepting salvation, Salvation by grace. Sent down from above, Who governs the skies, In vehement love […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb of God. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood, To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever closed […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 127. In the old age black was not counted fair. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 127. Прекрасным не считался черный цвет
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 127. In the old age black was not counted fair In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were it bore not beauty’s name: But now is black beauty’s successive heir, And beauty slandered with a bastard shame, For […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Worship. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Worship There is no worship now,—the idol stands Within the spirit’s holy resting place! Millions before it bend with upraised hands, And with their gifts God’s purer shrine disgrace; The prophet walks unhonored mid the crowd That to the idol’s temple daily throng; His […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. To the Fossil Flower. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) To the Fossil Flower Dark fossil flower! I see thy leaves unrolled, With all thy lines of beauty freshly marked, As when the eye of Morn beamed on thee first, And thou first turn’dst to meet its welcome smile. And sometimes in the coals’ […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The War. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The War I saw a war, yet none the trumpet blew, Nor in their hands the steel-wrought weapons bare; And in that conflict armed there fought but few, And none that in the world’s loud tumults share; They fought against their wills,—the stubborn foe […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Robin. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Robin Thou need’st not flutter from thy half-built nest, Whene’er thou hear’st man’s hurrying feet go by, Fearing his eye for harm may on thee rest, Or he thy young unfinished cottage spy; All will not heed thee on that swinging bough, Nor […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Jew. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Jew Thou art more deadly than the Jew of old, Thou hast his weapons hidden in thy speech; And though thy hand from me thou dost withhold, They pierce where sword and spear could never reach. Thou hast me fenced about with thorny […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Night. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Night I thank thee, Father, that the night is near When I this conscious being may resign; Whose only task thy words of love to hear, And in thy acts to find each act of mine; A task too great to give a child […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Day. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Day Day! I lament that none can hymn thy praise In fitting strains, of all thy riches bless; Though thousands sport them in thy golden rays, Yet none like thee their Maker’s name confess. Great fellow of my being! woke with me Thou dost […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. A Story. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) A Story In a gleam of sunshine a gentian stood, Dreaming her life away, While the leaves danced merrily through the wood, And rode on the wind for play. She stood in the light and looked at the sky, Till her […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. The Desire of the Moth. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) The Desire of the Moth Golden-colored miller, Leave the lamp, and fly away! In that flame so brightly gleaming, Sure, though smiling, death is beaming; Hasten to thy play! Nearer? foolish miller! Look! thy tiny wings will burn. Just escaped,–but soon […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. Gray. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) Gray In the dead calm of night, when the stars are all shining, The deep, silent shadows lie cold o’er my head, And the wind, like a sad spirit, round the house pining, Calls up from their quiet the tones of the […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 126. O thou my lovely boy who in thy power. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 126. Крылатый мальчик мой, несущий бремя
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 126. O thou my lovely boy who in thy power O thou my lovely boy who in thy power, Dost hold Time’s fickle glass his fickle hour: Who hast by waning grown, and therein show’st, Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st. […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. The Outlet. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) The Outlet My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, – Say, sea, Take me! Emily Elizabeth Dickinson’s other poems: Summer Shower Psalm […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Have You Got a Brook in Your Little Heart. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so? And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook is there; And yet your […]