English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. Silk. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) Silk ‘Twas the shroud of many a worm-like thing That rose from its tangled skein; ‘Twas the garb of many a god-like king Who went to the worms again. John Bannister Tabb’s other poems: Chimney Stacks The Bobolink The Bee and the […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Echoes. 9. Madam Life’s a Piece in Bloom. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Echoes. 9. Madam Life’s a Piece in Bloom To W. R. Madam Life’s a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: She’s the tenant of the room, He’s the ruffian on the stair. You shall see her as a friend, […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. A Cavalcade. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) A Cavalcade “Thistle-down, Thistle-down, whither away? Will you not longer abide?” “Nay, we have wedded the winds to-day, And home with the rovers we ride.” John Bannister Tabb’s other poems: Chimney Stacks The Bobolink The Bee and the Blossoms A Duet Butterfly […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. Jack Frost’s Apology. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) Jack Frost’s Apology To strip you of your foliage My spirit sorely grieves; Nor will I in the work engage Unless you grant your leaves. John Bannister Tabb’s other poems: Chimney Stacks The Bobolink The Bee and the Blossoms The Honey-Bee The […]
English Poetry. John Reuben Thompson. A Word with the West. Джон Рубен Томпсон.
John Reuben Thompson (Джон Рубен Томпсон) A Word with the West [On the appointment of General Joseph E. Johnston to the command of the Confederate armies of the West, November, 1862] Once more to the breach for the Land of the West! And a leader […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Procession of the Kings. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Procession of the Kings The little town is muffled all in snow; Yet there Weihnachten1 love is burning clear. And on each door three letters2 in a row Proclaim the Three Kings’ Day is drawing near. Oh, then will Caspar, […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Meeting the Kings. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Meeting the Kings (Suggested by “A Provençal Christmas Postscript,” Thomas A. Janvier) Long, long ago, in dear Provence, we three! Three children, ruddy with the midi sun (And blither none the all-seeing sun might see), How happy when the harvest-time was […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Foundling. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) The Foundling I The good man sat before the fire, And oftentimes he sighed; The good wife softly wept the while Her evening work she plied: One year ago this happy time The little Marie died! II “And surely, […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Abbeydorney. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Abbeydorney Abbeydorney, Abbeydorney, Long ago thy race was run, Prone thou art ‘mid thickets thorny, Shrine of Kyrie Eleison! Scarcely now a wild rose petal The neglected cloister owns, And the flaunting dock and nettle Wave above the chancel stones. Once through […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Town Eclogues: Tuesday; St. James’s Coffee-House. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Town Eclogues: Tuesday; St. James’s Coffee-House SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv’d, Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ’d, Oh ! H—- D, to my lays attention lend, Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ; Like thee […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. To Mr. ——. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) To Mr. —— For ever blest be that prolific brain Which can such stores of images contain! Thus the charg’d trees, with blooming odours crown’d, Shed their fair blossoms with profusion round; So swells the brook with heav’n descended rain, And flows […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Song – Rondeau. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Song – Rondeau Finish these langours! Oh! I’m sick Of dying airs, I know the trick; Long since I’ve learn’d to well explain Th’unmeaning cant of fire and pain, And see through all the senseless lies Of burning darts from killing eyes; […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 28. The Welsh Marches. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 28. The Welsh Marches High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; The bridges from the steepled crest Cross the water east and west. The flag of morn in conqueror’s state Enters at the English […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Friday, the Toilette. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Friday, the Toilette LYDIA. Now twenty springs had cloth’d the Park with green, Since Lydia knew the blossom of fifteen; No lovers now her morning hours molest, And catch her at her toilet half undrest. The thund’ring knocker wakes the street […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Advice. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю) Advice Cease, fond shepherd — cease desiring What you never must enjoy; She derides your vain aspiring, She to all your sex is coy. Cunning Damon once pursu’d her, Yet she never would incline; Strephon too as vainly woo’d her, Though his […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Song. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Song Venus. Frosty lies the winter-landscape, In the twilight golden-green. Down the Park’s deserted alleys, Naked elms stand stark and lean. Dumb the murmur of the fountain, Birds have flown from lawn and hill. But while yonder star’s ascendant, Love triumphal reigneth […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. The Elixir. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) The Elixir “Oh brew me a potion strong and good! One golden drop in his wine Shall charm his sense and fire his blood, And bend his will to mine.” Poor child of passion! ask of me Elixir of death or sleep, […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Fog. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Fog Light silken curtain, colorless and soft, Dreamlike before me floating! what abides Behind thy pearly veil’s Opaque, mysterious woof? Where sleek red kine, and dappled, crunch day-long Thick, luscious blades and purple clover-heads, Nigh me I still can mark Cool fields of […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Mater Amabilis. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Mater Amabilis Down the goldenest of streams, Tide of dreams, The fair cradled man-child drifts; Sways with cadenced motion slow, To and fro, As the mother-foot poised lightly, falls and lifts. He, the firstling,–he, the light Of her sight,– He, the breathing pledge […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Off Rough Point. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Off Rough Point We sat at twilight nigh the sea, The fog hung gray and weird. Through the thick film uncannily The broken moon appeared. We heard the billows crack and plunge, We saw nor waves nor ships. Earth sucked the vapors like […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Don Rafael. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Don Rafael “I would not have,” he said, “Tears, nor the black pall, nor the wormy grave, Grief’s hideous panoply I would not have Round me when I am dead. “Music and flowers and light, And choric dances to guitar and flute, Be […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Sic Semper Liberatoribus!. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Sic Semper Liberatoribus! March 13, 1881. As one who feels the breathless nightmare grip His heart-strings, and through visioned horrors fares, Now on a thin-ledged chasm’s rock-crumbling lip, Now on a tottering pinnacle that dare The front of heaven, while always unawares Weird […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Agamemnon’s Tomb. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Agamemnon’s Tomb Uplift the ponderous, golden mask of death, And let the sun shine on him as it did How many thousand years agone! Beneath This worm-defying, uncorrupted lid, Behold the young, heroic face, round-eyed, Of one who in his full-flowered manhood died; Of […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Additional Poems. 18. Oh Who Is that Young Sinner with the Handcuffs on His Wrists?. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) Additional Poems. 18. Oh Who Is that Young Sinner with the Handcuffs on His Wrists? Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Vigil. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Vigil At night, when all the house is still, Wide-waked the chairs and tables come And yawn and stretch their limbs until The maids appear with pan and broom. Through the dim hours they creak and groan, Their laughter plays with tyrant Man, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Vestal. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Vestal She goes unwedded all her days Because some man she never knew, Her destined mate, has won his bays, Passed the low door of darkness through. Sometimes she has a wild surmise Of what dear name he used to have, And […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Predestined. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Predestined Dear, we might have known you were To die young–and were we blind To the light on face and hair? Dear, so simple and so kind. You were clean as your own sword And as straight too and steel true. In […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Colonists. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Colonists To men now of her blood and race England’s a little garden place, Dear as a woman is, and she The Queen of every loyalty. To dwellers ‘mid the ice and snows, She is their secret garden rose From which that […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Aerodrome. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Aerodrome So now the aerodrome goes up Upon my father’s fields, And gone is all the golden crop And all the pleasant yields. They tear the trees up, branch and root, They kill the hedges green, As though some force, malign and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Pilgrims to the East. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Pilgrims to the East This Christmas-time my son will come, God willing, to the Holy Place And by the manger’s little room Will bend his knee and bow his face, Eager, with shepherds and with kings, For to behold the Holy Things. The […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. New Heaven. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) New Heaven Paradise now has many a Knight, Many a lordkin, many lords, Glimmer of armor, dinted and bright, The young Knights have put on new swords. Some have barely down on the lip, Smiling yet from the new-won spurs, Their wounds are […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Good Friday, A.D. 33. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Good Friday, A.D. 33 Mother, why are people crowding now and staring? Child, it is a malefactor goes to His doom, To the high hill of Calvary He’s faring, And the people pressing and pushing to make room Lest they miss the sight to […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Colours. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Colours Blues and greens are my delight Set in garlands of the white. When God made the violet He made nothing better yet. Lilac and the lavender Fit for queens of Heaven to wear. Many russets and the rose, God be […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Song of Going. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Song of Going I would not like to live to be very old, To be stripped cold and bare Of all my leafage that was green and gold In the delicious air. I would not choose to live to be left alone, […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. More Poems. 5. Diffugere Nives. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) More Poems. 5. Diffugere Nives Horace, Odes, iv, 7 The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws And grasses in the mead renew their birth, The river to the river-bed withdraws, And altered is the fashion of the earth. […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Holy Week Song, 1918. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Holy Week Song, 1918 Now when Christ died for man his sake A myriad men must die; His Via Crucis they must take And share His Calvary. God keep ye, gallant gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Who share Lord Jesus Christ His pain […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Colloquy. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Colloquy For M. W. ‘When you get to Heaven, seek and find my boy. Mother him!’ ‘Until you come?’ ‘I shall never come. Earth was good enough for me who had all my joy In my Love, my Light of home. […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. The Elections to the Hebdomadal Council. Льюис Кэрролл. Выборы в Совет Оксфордского университета
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) The Elections to the Hebdomadal Council [In the year 1866, a Letter with the above title was published in Oxford, addressed by Mr. Goldwin Smith to the Senior Censor of Christ Church, with the two-fold object of revealing to the University a vast […]
English Poetry. William Drummond. Who Hath Not Seen into Her Saffron Bed. Уильям Драммонд.
William Drummond (Уильям Драммонд) * * * Who hath not seen into her saffron bed The morning’s goddess mildly her repose, Or her, of whose pure blood first sprang the rose, Lull’d in a slumber by a myrtle shade; Who hath not seen that sleeping white and red […]
English Poetry. William Drummond. Dear Eye, Which Deign’st on This Sad Monument. Уильям Драммонд.
William Drummond (Уильям Драммонд) * * * Dear eye, which deign’st on this sad monument The sable scroll of my mishaps to view, Though with the mourning Muses’ tears besprent, And darkly drawn, which is not feign’d, but true; If thou not dazzled with a heavenly hue, And […]