English Poetry. William Drummond. How That Vast Heaven Intitled First Is Roll’d. Уильям Драммонд.
William Drummond (Уильям Драммонд) * * * How that vast heaven intitled First is roll’d, If any other worlds beyond it lie, And people living in eternity, Or essence pure that doth this All uphold; What motion have those fixed sparks of gold, The wand’ring carbuncles which shine […]
English Poetry. William Drummond. Now While the Night Her Sable Veil Hath Spread. Уильям Драммонд.
William Drummond (Уильям Драммонд) * * * Now while the night her sable veil hath spread, And silently her resty coach doth roll, Rousing with her from Tethys’ azure bed Those starry nymphs which dance about the pole; While Cynthia, in purest cypress clad, The Latmian shepherd in […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Song (THE stars their early vigils keep). Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Song (THE stars their early vigils keep) WRITTEN FOR THE DINNER GIVEN TO CHARLES DICKENS BY THE YOUNG MEN OF BOSTON, FEBRUARY 1, 1842 THE stars their early vigils keep, The silent hours are near, When drooping eyes forget […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Only Daughter. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Only Daughter ILLUSTRATION OF A PICTURE THEY bid me strike the idle strings, As if my summer days Had shaken sunbeams from their wings To warm my autumn lays; They bring to me their painted urn, As if it were […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Island Hunting-Song. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Island Hunting-Song The island referred to is a domain of princely proportions, which has long been the seat of a generous hospitality. Naushon is its old Indian name. William Swain, Esq., commonly known as “the Governor,” was the proprietor of […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 40. Into My Heart an Air that Kills. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен). Шропширский парень. 40. Вдыхает ветер в сердце яд
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 40. Into My Heart an Air that Kills Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. A Song. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) A Song FOR THE CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION OF HARVARD COLLEGE, 1836 This song, which I had the temerity to sing myself (felix auda-cia, Mr. Franklin Dexter had the goodness to call it), was sent in a little too late to be […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Lexington. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Lexington SLOWLY the mist o’er the meadow was creeping, Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun, When from his couch, while his children were sleeping, Rose the bold rebel and shouldered his gun. Waving her golden veil Over the silent dale, […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Steamboat. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Steamboat SEE how yon flaming herald treads The ridged and rolling waves, As, crashing o’er their crested heads, She bows her surly slaves! With foam before and fire behind, She rends the clinging sea, That flies before the roaring wind, Beneath […]
English Poetry. William Temple Franklin. I and Time, ’Gainst Any Two…. Уильям Темпл Франклин. «Я и Время, – сей союз могучий…»
William Temple Franklin (Уильям Темпл Франклин) * * * I and Time, ’gainst any two. Chance and I, ’gainst Time and you. Перевод на русский язык «Я и Время, – сей союз могучий…» Я и Время, – сей союз могучий Двум противоста́нет – даже львам, И противоста́нут я […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Lines. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Lines After the Manner of the Olden Time. O Love! the mischief thou hast done! Thou god of pleasure and of pain!— None can escape thee—yes there’s one— All others find the effort vain: Thou cause of all my smiles and […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Flag of Our Union. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Flag of Our Union “A song for our banner?”—The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station: “United we stand—divided we fall!”— It made and preserves us a nation! The union of lakes—the union of lands— The union of States none […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. The Wandering Burgess. Льюис Кэрролл. Пилигримлянин
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) The Wandering Burgess (“Our Willie” was Mr. Gladstone, who had been defeated at Oxford in 1865, and had since represented South Lancashire and Greenwich.) Our Willie had been sae lang awa’ Frae bonnie Oxford toon, The townsfolk they were greeting a’ […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. A Meadow Tragedy. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) A Meadow Tragedy Here’s a meadow full of sunshine Ripe grasses lush and high; There’s a reaper on the roadway, And a lark hangs in the sky. There’s a nest of love enclosing Three little beaks that cry; The reapers in […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. What Will You Give?. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) What Will You Give? What will you give me, if I will wed? “A golden gown To come sweetly down, And deck you from foot to head.” How will you keep me, if I am cold? “By a heart so warm, […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. Cupid Slain. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) Cupid Slain I come from a burial; Hush! let me be: I have put away my love, Fair exceedingly. Ah! the little gold curls Soft about his face; Now my heart is sorrowful For his sleeping-place. But he would pursue […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 54. With Rue My Heart Is Laden. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 54. With Rue My Heart Is Laden With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. Wishes. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) Wishes I wish we could live as the flowers live, To breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun; To slumber and sway in the heart of the night, And to die when our glory had done. I wish we […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. Love. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) Love Deep in the moving depths Of yellow wine, I swore I’d drown your face, O love of mine; All clad in yellow hue, So fair to see, You crouched within my cup And laughed at me. Twice o’er a learned […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. An Imperfect Revolution. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) An Imperfect Revolution They crowded weeping from the teacher’s house, Crying aloud their fear at what he taught, Old men and young men, wives and maids unwed, And children screaming in the crowds unsought: Some to their temples with accustomed feet Bent—as […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. All Souls’ Eve. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) All Souls’ Eve I cried all night to you, I called till day was here; Perhaps you could not come, Or were too tirèd, dear. Your chair I set by mine, I made the dim hearth glow, I whispered, “When he […]
English Poetry. Paul Laurence Dunbar. Passion and Love. Пол Лоренс Данбар.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар) Passion and Love A maiden wept and, as a comforter, Came one who cried, “I love thee,” and he seized Her in his arms and kissed her with hot breath, That dried the tears upon her flaming cheeks. While evermore his boldly […]
English Poetry. Paul Laurence Dunbar. A Prayer. Пол Лоренс Данбар.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар) A Prayer O Lord, the hard-won miles Have worn my stumbling feet: Oh, soothe me with thy smiles, And make my life complete. The thorns were thick and keen Where’er I trembling trod; The way was long between My wounded feet […]
English Poetry. Paul Laurence Dunbar. The Old Apple-Tree. Пол Лоренс Данбар.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар) The Old Apple-Tree There’s a memory keeps a-runnin’ Through my weary head to-night, An’ I see a picture dancin’ In the fire-flames’ ruddy light; ‘Tis the picture of an orchard Wrapped in autumn’s purple haze, With the tender light about it That […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Robert Browning. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Robert Browning Master of human harmonies, where gong And harp and violin and flute accord; Each instrument confessing you its lord, Within the deathless orchestra of Song. Albeit at times your music may sound wrong To our dulled senses, and its meaning […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Take Heart. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Take Heart Take heart again. Joy may be lost awhile. It is not always Spring. And even now from some far Summer Isle Hither the birds may wing. Madison Julius Cawein’s other poems: After a Night of Rain Annisquam At the Ferry […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Processional. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Processional Universes are the pages Of that book whose words are ages; Of that book which destiny Opens in eternity. There each syllable expresses Silence; there each thought a guess is; In whose rhetoric’s cosmic runes Roll the worlds and swarming […]
English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 47. The Carpenter’s Son. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).
Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен)) A Shropshire Lad. 47. The Carpenter’s Son “Here the hangman stops his cart: Now the best of friends must part. Fare you well, for ill fare I: Live, lads, and I will die. “Oh, at home had I but stayed […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. On the Hilltop. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) On the Hilltop There is no inspiration in the view. From where this acorn drops its thimbles brown The landscape stretches like a shaggy frown; The wrinkled hills hang haggard and harsh of hue: Above them hollows the heaven’s stony blue, Like […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Nothing to Do. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Nothing to Do Don’t know what to do to-day. Got so many things to do I can’t do them. Want to play, But my toys are all too new I don’t like to play with them: Blocks and paints and dogs and […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Mater Dolorosa. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Mater Dolorosa The nuns sing, “ora pro nobis,” The lancets glitter above; And the beautiful Virgin whose robe is Woven of infinite love, Infinite love and sorrow, Prays for them there on high; Who has most need of her prayers, to-morrow Shall […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Late November. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Late November I. Morning Deep in her broom-sedge, burs and iron-weeds, Her frost-slain asters and dead mallow-moons, Where gray the wilding clematis balloons The brake with puff-balls: where the slow stream leads Her sombre steps: decked with the scarlet beads […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. June. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) June I. Hotly burns the amaryllis With its stars of red; Whitely rise the stately lilies From the lily bed; Withered shrinks the wax May-apple ‘Neath its parasol; Chilly dies the violet dapple In its earthly hall. II. March […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Insomnia. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Insomnia It seems that dawn will never climb The eastern hills; And, clad in mist and flame and rime, Make flashing highways of the rills. The night is as an ancient way Through some dead land, Whereon the ghosts of Memory […]
English Poetry. John Oldham. Some Verses on Presenting a Book to Cosmelia. Джон Олдем.
John Oldham (Джон Олдем) Some Verses on Presenting a Book to Cosmelia GO, humble gift, go to that matchless saint, Of whom thou only wast a copy meant: And all that’s read in thee, more richly find Comprised in the fair “volume of her mind; That living system, […]
English Poetry. John Oldham. To the Memory of My Dear Friend, Mr. Charles Morwent. Джон Олдем.
John Oldham (Джон Олдем) To the Memory of My Dear Friend, Mr. Charles Morwent A PINDARIC. Ostendunt terris hunc tantùm fata, neo ultrà, Ease sinunt. Virg. 1 BEST Friend! could my unbounded grief but rate With due proportion thy too cruel fate; Could I some […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. What Tottles Meant. Льюис Кэрролл. Он прав, миляга!
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) What Tottles Meant “One thousand pounds per annum Is not so bad a figure, come!” Cried Tottles. “And I tell you, flat, A man may marry well on that! To say ‘the Husband needs the Wife’ Is not the way to represent it. […]
English Poetry. William Wordsworth. Wordsworth’s Epitaph on Southey. Уильям Вордсворт. Эпитафия Роберту Саути
William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Wordsworth’s Epitaph on Southey Ye vales and hills, whose beauty hither drew The poet’s steps, and fixed him here, on you His eyes have closed; and ye, loved books, no more Shall Southey feed upon your precious lore, To works […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Exeunt Omnes. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Exeunt Omnes I Everybody else, then, going, And I still left where the fair was?… Much have I seen of neighbour loungers Making a lusty showing, Each now past all knowing. II There is an air of blankness In […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 22. My glass shall not persuade me I am old. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 22. Лгут зеркала – какой же я старик!
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 22. My glass shall not persuade me I am old My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time’s furrows I behold, Then look I death my days […]