English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The Awakening. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) The Awakening I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I lingered day by day. Beneath the sunshine and the show’r I grew and waited there apart, Gathering […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Her Eyes Twin Pools. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Her Eyes Twin Pools Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light, The blend of star-sheen and black night; O’er which, to sound their glamouring haze, A man might bend, and vainly gaze. Her eyes, twin pools so dark and deep, In […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. To His Watch. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) To His Watch Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart Warm beat with cold beat company, shall I Earlier or you fail at our force, and lie The ruins of, rifled, once a world of art? The telling time our task is; time’s […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Morning, Noon and Night. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Morning, Noon and Night When morning shows her first faint flush, I think of the tender blush That crept so gently to your cheek When first my love I dared to speak; How, in your glance, a dawning ray Gave promise of […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The Gift to Sing. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) The Gift to Sing Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day– I softly sing. And if the way grows darker still, Shadowed […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Prayer at Sunrise. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Prayer at Sunrise O mighty, powerful, dark-dispelling sun, Now thou art risen, and thy day begun. How shrink the shrouding mists before thy face, As up thou spring’st to thy diurnal race! How darkness chases darkness to the west, As shades of […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Death Stands above Me, Whispering Low. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear: Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear. Walter Savage Landor’s other poems: Ternissa! You Are Fled! To Barry […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Well I Remember How You Smiled. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Well I remember how you smiled To see me write your name upon The soft sea-sand–‘O! what a child! You think you’re writing upon stone!’ I have since written what no tide Shall ever wash away, what men Unborn […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Leaf after Leaf Drops off, Flower after Flower. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Leaf after leaf drops off, flower after flower, Some in the chill, some in the warmer hour: Alike they flourish and alike they fall, And Earth who nourisht them receives them all. Should we, her wiser sons, be less […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Age. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) Age Death, tho’ I see him not, is near And grudges me my eightieth year. Now, I would give him all these last For one that fifty have run past. Ah! he strikes all things, all alike, But bargains: those he will […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. To Robert Browning. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) To Robert Browning There is delight in singing, tho’ none hear Beside the singer: and there is delight In praising, tho’ the praiser sit alone And see the prais’d far off him, far above. Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world’s, […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. To Barry Cornwall. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) To Barry Cornwall Barry! your spirit long ago Has haunted me; at last I know The heart it sprung from: one more sound Ne’er rested on poetic ground. But, Barry Cornwall! by what right Wring you my breast and dim my sight, […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Horace Greeley. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Horace Greeley Earth, let thy softest mantle rest On this worn child to thee returning, Whose youth was nurtured at thy breast, Who loved thee with such tender yearning! He knew thy fields and woodland ways, And deemed thy humbleest son his […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. Spring. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) Spring Nothing is so beautiful as spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Old Admiral. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Old Admiral Gone at last, That brave old hero of the Past! His spirit has a second birth, An unknown, grander life;— All of him that was earth Lies mute and cold, Like a wrinkled sheath and old Thrown off forever […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Dartmouth Ode. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Dartmouth Ode I PRELUDE A wind and a voice from the North! A courier-wind sent forth From the mountains to the sea: A summons borne to me From halls which the Muses haunt, from hills where the heart and […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Mater Coronata. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Mater Coronata Recited at the Bicentennial Celebration of Yale University, October 23, 1901 I All things on Earth that are accounted great Are dedicate to conflict at first breath; Nature herself knows grandly to await The masterful estate […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. The Wonder. Томас Мур. Чудо
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) The Wonder Come, tell me where the maid is found. Whose heart can love without deceit, And I will range the world around, To sigh one moment at her feet. Oh! tell me where’s her sainted home, What air receives her blessed sigh, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. The Ring. Томас Мур. Кольцо
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) The Ring Annulus ille viri. OVID. “Amor.” lib. ii. eleg. 15. The happy day at length arrived When Rupert was to wed The fairest maid in Saxony, And take her to his bed. As soon as morn was in the sky, […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. O Pulchritudo. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) O Pulchritudo O Saint whose thousand shrines our feet have trod And our eyes loved thy lamp’s eternal beam, Dim earthly radiance of the Unknown God, Hope of the darkness, light of them that dream, Far off, far off and faint, O glimmer on […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Hope the Hornblower. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Hope the Hornblower “Hark ye, hark to the winding horn; Sluggards, awake, and front the morn! Hark ye, hark to the winding horn; The sun’s on meadow and mill. Follow me, hearts that love the chase; Follow me, feet that keep the pace: Stirrup […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Outward Bound. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Outward Bound Dear Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men, The land we sowed, The hearth that glowed—- O Mother, must we bid farewell to thee? Fast dawns the last dawn, and what shall comfort then The lonely hearts that roam the […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Sráhmandázi. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Sráhmandázi Deep embowered beside the forest river, Where the flame of sunset only falls, Lapped in silence lies the House of Dying, House of them to whom the twilight calls. There within when day was near to ending, By her lord a woman […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Nile. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Nile Out of the unknown South, Through the dark lands of drouth, Far wanders ancient Nile in slumber gliding: Clear-mirrored in his dream The deeds that haunt his stream Flash out and fade like stars in midnight sliding. Long since, before the life […]
English Poetry. Gerard Manley Hopkins. May Magnificat. Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс) May Magnificat May is Mary’s month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season— Candlemas, Lady Day; But the Lady Month, May, Why fasten that upon her, With a feasting in her honour? […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. New-Year’s Eve. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) New-Year’s Eve Good old days—dear old days When my heart beat high and bold— When the things of earth seemed full of life, And the future a haze of gold! Oh, merry was I that winter night, And gleeful our little one’s din, And […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. “Guess”. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) “Guess” There is a certain Yankee phrase I always have revered, Yet, somehow, in these modern days, It’s almost disappeared; It was the usage years ago, But nowadays it’s got To be regarded coarse and low To answer: “I guess not!” The height […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Contentment. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Contentment Happy the man that, when his day is done, Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret— The battle he has fought may not be won— The fame he sought be just as fleeting yet; Folding at last his hands upon his breast, […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Jennie. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Jennie Some men affect a liking For the prim in face and mind, And some prefer the striking And the loud in womankind; Wee Madge is wooed of many, And buxom Kate, as well, And Jennie—charming Jennie— Ah, Jennie doesn’t tell! What eyes […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Ed. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Ed Ed was a man that played for keeps, ‘nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn’t stop him any more’n a dam ‘ud stop the ocean; For when he tackled to a thing ‘nd sot his mind plum to it, You bet yer […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Abu Midjan. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Abu Midjan When Father Time swings round his scythe, Intomb me ‘neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, May cheer these thirsty bones of mine. “Elsewise with tears and bated breath Should I survey the life to be. But […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Sister’s Cake. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Sister’s Cake I’d not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; Nay, I’ll admit it were most fit that, worn by social cares, She’d crave a change from parlor life to that below […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. Of All the Men. Томас Мур. Вездесущий Джек
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) Of All the Men Of all the men one meets about, There’s none like Jack – he’s everywhere: At church – park – auction – dinner – rout – Go when and where you will, he’s there. Try the West […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. On Miss Prue. Томас Мур. Репутация Пру
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) On Miss Prue “I never give a kiss,” says Prue, “To naughty man, for I abhor it.” She will not give a kiss, ‘t is true ; She ’11 take one though, and thank you for it. Перевод на русский язык Репутация Пру Сказала […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 17. Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 17. Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook CARMEN PATIBULARE To H. S. Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook And the rope of the Black Election, ’Tis the faith of the Fool that a race you rule […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Good Friday. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Good Friday O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood? How shall I count what thee befell, And each grief tell? Shall I thy woes Number according to thy foes? Or, since one star show’d thy first breath, Shall […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 13. Under a Stagnant Sky. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 13. Under a Stagnant Sky To James McNeill Whistler Under a stagnant sky, Gloom out of gloom uncoiling into gloom, The River, jaded and forlorn, Welters and wanders wearily—wretchedly—on; Yet in and out among the ribs Of the […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Lament for the Yeomen. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Lament for the Yeomen And now is come the war, the war: And now is come the war, the war: And now is come the war, the war. War! War! For soldiers are they gone now: For soldiers all. Soldiers and soldiers! All! […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Satire on the Brothers Fay. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Satire on the Brothers Fay O, there are two brothers, the Fays, Who are excellent players of plays, And, needless to mention, all Most unconventional, Filling the world with amaze. But I angered these brothers, the Fays, Whose ways are conventional ways, For […]
English Poetry. Ebenezer Jones. Rain. Эбенизер Джонс.
Ebenezer Jones (Эбенизер Джонс) Rain More than the wind, more than the snow, More than the sunshine, I love rain; Whether it droppeth soft and low, Whether it rusheth amain. Dark as the night it spreadeth its wings, Slow and silently up on the hills; Then sweeps […]