English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Autumn Etchings. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Autumn Etchings I. Morning Her rain-kissed face is fresh as rain, Is cool and fresh as a rain-wet leaf; She glimmers at my window-pane, And all my grief Becomes a feeble rushlight, seen no more When the gold of her […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. At the Stile. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) At the Stile Young Harry leapt over the stile and kissed her, Over the stile the stars a-winking; He thought it was Mary, ‘t was Mary’s sister And love hath a way of thinking. “Thy pail, sweetheart, I will take and […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. At Sunset. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) At Sunset Into the sunset’s turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge Enchantment sails through magic seas To faeryland Hesperides, Over the hills and away. Into the fields, in ghost-gray gown, The young-eyed Dusk comes slowly down; Her apron […]
English Poetry. John Keats. The Castle Builder. Джон Китс. Строитель замка
John Keats (Джон Китс) The Castle Builder FRAGMENTS OF A DIALOGUE CASTLE BUILDER. * * * * * * * * * * * * In short, convince you that however wise You may have grown from Convent libraries, I have, by many yards at […]
English Poetry. John Keats. The Poet. Джон Китс. Поэт
John Keats (Джон Китс) The Poet A FRAGMENT Where’s the Poet? show him! show him, Muses nine! that I may know him! ’Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King Or poorest of the beggar-clan, Or any other wondrous thing A man […]
English Poetry. John Keats. Calidore. Джон Китс. Калидор
John Keats (Джон Китс) Calidore A FRAGMENT Young Calidore is paddling o’er the lake; His healthful spirit eager and awake To feel the beauty of a silent eve, Which seem’d full loath this happy world to leave; The light dwelt o’er the scene […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. At Moonrise. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) At Moonrise Pale faces looked up at me, up from the earth, like flowers; Pale hands reached down to me, out of the air, like stars, As over the hills, robed on with the twilight, the Hours, The Day’s last Hours, departed, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Answered. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Answered Do you remember how that night drew on? That night of sorrow, when the stars looked wan As eyes that gaze reproachful in a dream, Loved eyes, long lost, and sadder than the grave? How through the heaven stole the moon’s […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Art. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Art A Phantasy I know not how I found you With your wild hair a-blow, Nor why the world around you Would never let me know: Perhaps ‘t was Heaven relented, Perhaps ‘t was Hell resented My dream, and grimly vented […]
English Poetry. Henry Austin Dobson. In After Days When Grasses High. Генри Остин Добсон.
Henry Austin Dobson (Генри Остин Добсон) * * * Rondeau IN after days when grasses high O’er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honour’d dust, I shall not question nor reply. I shall not see […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. An Anemone. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) An Anemone “Teach me the wisdom of thy beauty, pray, That, being thus wise, I may aspire to see What beauty is, whence, why, and in what way Immortal, yet how mortal utterly: For, shrinking loveliness, thy brow of day Pleads plaintive […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Airy Tongues. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Airy Tongues I. I hear a song the wet leaves lisp When Morn comes down the woodland way; And misty as a thistle-wisp Her gown gleams windy gray; A song, that seems to say, “Awake! ’tis day!” I hear a […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Adversity. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Adversity A barren field o’ergrown with thorn and weed It stays for him who waits for help from God: Only the soul that makes a plough of Need Shall know what blossoms underneath its sod. Madison Julius Cawein’s other poems: After a […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Above the Vales. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Above the Vales We went by ways of bygone days, Up mountain heights of story, Where lost in vague, historic haze, Tradition, crowned with battle-bays, Sat ‘mid her ruins hoary. Where wing to wing the eagles cling And torrents have their […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Woodland Grave. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Woodland Grave White moons may come, white moons may go She sleeps where early blossoms blow; Knows nothing of the leafy June, That leans above her night and noon, Crowned now with sunbeam, now with moon, Watching her roses grow. […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Southern Girl. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Southern Girl Serious but smiling, stately and serene, And dreamier than a flower; A girl in whom all sympathies convene As perfumes in a bower; Through whom one feels what soul and heart may mean, And their resistless power. Eyes, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Song for Labor. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Song for Labor I. Oh, the morning meads, the dewy meads, Where he ploughs and harrows and sows the seeds, Singing a song of manly deeds, In the blossoming springtime weather; The heart in his bosom as high as the […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Prayer for Old Age. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Prayer for Old Age I. These are the things which I would ask of Time: When I am old, Never to feel in soul doubt’s spiritual rime; The heart grow cold With self; but in me that which warms my […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Mayapple Flower. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Mayapple Flower What magic through your snowy crystal gleams! Your hollow spar, Spring brims with fragrancy; That, like the cup of Comus, drugs with dreams This woodland place, so drowsed with mystery. What miracle evolved you from the mold? Dreamed […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Light in the Window. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Light in the Window Rain and wind and candlelight And let us pray a prayer to-night: For every soul, since life is brief, Little of trouble and less of grief. And set a light at the windowpane, To guide Love home […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Mew. Fame. Шарлотта Мью.
Charlotte Mew (Шарлотта Мью) Fame Sometimes in the over-heated house, but not for long, Smirking and speaking rather loud, I see myself among the crowd, Where no one fits the singer to his song, Or sifts the unpainted from the painted faces Of the people who are always […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Guinevere. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Guinevere Sullen gold down all the sky, In the roses sultry musk; Nightingales hid in the dusk Yonder sob and sigh. You are here; and I could weep, Weep for joy and suffering. “Where is he?” He’d have me sing; […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Fallen Beech. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Fallen Beech Nevermore at doorways that are barken Shall the madcap wind knock and the moonlight; Nor the circle which thou once didst darken, Shine with footsteps of the neighbouring moonlight, Visitors for whom thou oft didst hearken. Nevermore, gallooned […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Dark Day. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Dark Day Though Summer walks the world to-day With corn-crowned hours for her guard, Her thoughts have clad themselves in gray, And wait in Autumn’s weedy yard. And where the larkspur and the phlox Spread carpets wheresoe’er she pass, She […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Blown Rose. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Blown Rose Lay but a finger on That pallid petal sweet, It trembles gray and wan Beneath the passing feet. But soft! blown rose, we know A merriment of bloom, A life of sturdy glow, - But no such dear […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 10. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 10 How am I to punish thee, For the wrong thou’st done to me, Silly swallow, prating thing — Shall I clip that wheeling wing, Or, as Tereus did, of old, (So the fabled tale is told,) Shall […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Weary Souls, That Wander Wide. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Weary souls, that wander wide From the central point of bliss, Turn to Jesus crucified, Fly to those dear wounds of his: Sink into the purple flood; Rise into the life of God! Find in Christ the way of peace, […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Happy Soul That Free from Harms. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Happy soul that free from harms Rests within his Shepherd’s arms! Who his quiet shall molest? Who shall violate his rest? Jesus doth his spirit bear, Jesus takes his every care; He who found the wandering sheep, Jesus still delights to […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Extended on a Cursed Tree. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Extended on a cursed tree, Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the king of glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God. Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound? No […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Love Divine! What Hast Thou Done!. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Love divine! what hast thou done! The immortal God hath died for me! The Father’s co-eternal Son Bore all my sins upon the tree; The immortal God for me hath died! My Lord, my Love is crucified. Behold him, all […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Ye Simple Souls That Stray. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Ye simple souls that stray Far from the path of peace, That lonely, unfrequented way To life and happiness, Why will ye folly love, And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God? […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Mew. The Peddler. Шарлотта Мью.
Charlotte Mew (Шарлотта Мью) The Peddler Lend me, a little while, the key That locks your heavy heart, and I’ll give you back– Rarer than books and ribbons and beads bright to see, This little Key of Dreams out of my pack. The road, the road, beyond […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Come, Thou Long-expected Jesus. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Come, thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set thy people free; From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in thee. Israel’s strength and consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art; Dear desire of every nation, […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. The Wife. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) The Wife She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife. If aught she missed in her new day Of amplitude, or awe, Or first prospective, or the gold In […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Apocalypse. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Apocalypse I’m wife; I’ve finished that, That other state; I’m Czar, I’m woman now: It’s safer so. How odd the girl’s life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Renunciation. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Renunciation There came a day at summer’s full Entirely for me; I thought that such were for the saints, Where revelations be. The sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul the solstice passed That maketh all […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. On Going Home for Christmas. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) On Going Home for Christmas He little knew the sorrow that was in his vacant chair; He never guessed they’d miss him, or he’d surely have been there; He couldn’t see his mother or the lump that filled her throat, Or the […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. My Books and I. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) My Books and I My books and I are good old pals: My laughing books are gay, Just suited for my merry moods When I am wont to play. Bill Nye comes down to joke with me And, Oh, the joy he […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Midnight in the Pantry. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Midnight in the Pantry You can boast your round of pleasures, praise the sound of popping corks, Where the orchestra is playing to the rattle of the forks; And your after-opera dinner you may think superbly fine, But that can’t compare, I’m […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Manhood’s Greeting. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Manhood’s Greeting I’ve’ felt some little thrills of pride, I’ve inwardly rejoiced Along the pleasant lanes of life to hear my praises voiced; No great distinction have I claimed, but in a humble way Some satisfactions sweet have come to brighten many […]