English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The King of England. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The King of England (June 24th, 1902) In that eclipse of noon when joy was hushed Like the bird’s song beneath unnatural night, And Terror’s footfall in the darkness crushed The rose imperial of our delight, Then, even then, though no man cried […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Victoria Regina. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Victoria Regina (June 21st, 1897*) A thousand years by sea and land Our race hath served the island kings, But not by custom’s dull command To-day with song her Empire rings: Not all the glories of her birth, Her armed renown and […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. England. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) England Praise thou with praise unending, The Master of the Wine; To all their portions sending Himself he mingled thine: The sea-born flush of morning, The sea-born hush of night, The East wind comfort scorning, And the North wind driving right: The […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Best School of All. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Best School of All It’s good to see the school we knew, The land of youth and dream. To greet again the rule we knew Before we took the stream: Though long we’ve missed the sight of her, Our hearts may not forget; […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Echo. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Echo Of A Ballad Sung By H. Plunket Greene To His Old School Twice three hundred boys were we, Long ago, long ago, Where the Downs look out to the Severn Sea. Clifton for aye! We held by the game and hailed […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Commemoration. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Commemoration I sat by the granite pillar, and sunlight fell Where the sunlight fell of old, And the hour was the hour my heart remembered well, And the sermon rolled and rolled As it used to roll when the place was still unhaunted, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. April on Waggon Hill. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) April on Waggon Hill Lad, and can you rest now, There beneath your hill! Your hands are on your breast now, But is your heart so still? ‘Twas the right death to die, lad, A gift without regret, But unless truth’s a lie, lad, […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Peace. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Peace No more to watch by Night’s eternal shore, With England’s chivalry at dawn to ride; No more defeat, faith, victory—-O! no more A cause on earth for which we might have died. Henry Newbolt’s other poems: The Death of Admiral Blake The Quarter-Gunner’s […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Peter-Bird. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Peter-Bird Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes it over; Down in the pasture the sheep hear that strange crying for Peter, Over the meadows that call is aye […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. Ideal. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) Ideal When all my gentle friends had gone I wandered in the night alone: Beneath the green electric glare I saw men pass with hearts of stone. Yet still I heard them everywhere, Those golden voices of the air: ‘Friend, we will […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. By My Sweetheart. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) By My Sweetheart Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling flood Bespeak the birth of spring, Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart And wear this posy-ring! Sweetheart, be my sweetheart In the mellow golden glow […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Lyman, Frederick, and Jim. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Lyman, Frederick, and Jim (FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLUB) Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship— Steamed to the ocean adown the bay Out of a New York slip. “Where are you going and what is your […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Winfreda. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Winfreda (A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda’s husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda bode at home To toil the weary time away; “While thou art gone to hunt,” said she, “I’ll brew a goodly sop […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Dr. Sam. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Dr. Sam TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At close of day Unto the quaint retreat Where lives the Voodoo Doctor By some esteemed a sham, Yet I’ll declare there’s […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Pan Liveth. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Pan Liveth They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets led Through flowery meads I sought him— Nor in his dewy pasture bed Nor in the grove I caught him. “Tell me,” […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Two Little Skeezucks. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Two Little Skeezucks There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked in heathenish style In the boughs of their cocoanut tree. They didn’t fret much about clothing and such And they […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 12. Some Starlit Garden Grey with Dew. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 12. Some Starlit Garden Grey with Dew Some starlit garden grey with dew, Some chamber flushed with wine and fire, What matters where, so I and you Are worthy our desire? Behind, a past that scolds and jeers […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. Songs of a Savoyard. The Darned Mounseer. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) Songs of a Savoyard. The Darned Mounseer I shipped, d’ye see, in a Revenue sloop, And, off Cape Finisteere, A merchantman we see, A Frenchman, going free, So we made for the bold Mounseer, D’ye see? We made for the bold Mounseer! […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 11. “O Mighty River, Triumphing to the Sea”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 11. “O Mighty River, Triumphing to the Sea” O mighty river, triumphing to the sea, Strong, calm, and solemn as thy mountains be! Poets have sung thy ever-living power, Thy wintry day, and summer sunset hour; Have […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 10. The Violin. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 10. The Violin Before the listening world behold him stand; The warm air trembles with his passionate play; Their cheers shower round him like the ocean spray Round one who waits upon the stormy strand. Their […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. A Western Voyage. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) A Western Voyage My friend the Sun—like all my friends Inconstant, lovely, far away - Is out, and bright, and condescends To glory in our holiday. A furious march with him I’ll go And race him in the Western train, And wake […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 9. “Summer’s Rain and Winter’s Snow”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 9. “Summer’s Rain and Winter’s Snow” Summer’s rain and winter’s snow With the seasons come and go; Shine and shower; Tender bud and perfect flower; Silver blossom, golden fruit; Song and lute, With their inward sound of […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 8. The Seasons. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 8. The Seasons O strange Spring days, when from the shivering ground Love riseth, wakening from his dreamful swound And, frightened, in the stream his face hath found! O Summer days; when Love hath grown apace, […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first). Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first) Years have flown since I knew thee first, And I know thee as water is known of thirst; Yet I knew thee of old at the first […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 6. “I Count My Time by Times That I Meet Thee”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 6. “I Count My Time by Times That I Meet Thee” I count my time by times that I meet thee; These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons, And nights; these my old moons and my […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 5. All in One. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 5. All in One Once when a maiden maidenly went by, Or when I found some wonder in the grass, Or when a purple sunset slow did pass, Or a great star rushed silent through […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 4. Song (Not from the whole wide world I chose thee). Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 4. Song (Not from the whole wide world I chose thee) Not from the whole wide world I chose thee— Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea! The wide, wide world could not inclose thee, For […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 3. Likeness in Unlikeness. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 3. Likeness in Unlikeness We are alike, and yet, O strange and sweet! Each in the other difference discerns; So the torn strands the maiden’s finger turns Opposing ways, when they again do meet Clasp […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Silvia. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Silvia Pardon my trespass, Silvia! I confess My kiss out-went the bounds of shamefacedness:— None is discreet at all times; no, not Jove Himself, at one time, can be wise and love. Robert Herrick’s other poems: A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Bubble: a Song. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Bubble: a Song To my revenge, and to her desperate fears, Fly, thou made bubble of my sighs and tears! In the wild air, when thou hast roll’d about, And, like a blasting planet, found her out; Stoop, mount, pass by to […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Impossibilities: to His Friend. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Impossibilities: to His Friend My faithful friend, if you can see The fruit to grow up, or the tree; If you can see the colour come Into the blushing pear or plum; If you can see the water grow To cakes of ice, […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Against Lying. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Against Lying O ’tis a lovely thing for youth To early walk in wisdom’s way; To fear a lie, to speak the truth, That we may trust to all they say! But liars we can never trust, Even when they say what is […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 13. O that you were your self, but love you are. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 13. Не изменяйся, будь самим собой
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 13. O that you were your self, but love you are O that you were your self, but love you are No longer yours, than you your self here live, Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some […]
English Poetry. John Gay. Newgate’s Garland: Being a New Ballad. Джон Гей. Честь и краса Ньюгейта. Новая баллада
John Gay (Джон Гей) Newgate’s Garland: Being a New Ballad Shewing how Mr. Jonathan Wild’s Throat was cut from Ear to Ear with a Penknife, by Mr. Blake, alias Blueskin, the bold Highwayman, as he stood at his Tryal in the Old–Bailey. 1725. […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. To Sleep. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) To Sleep Dear fool, be true to me! I know the poets speak thee fair, and I Hail thee uncivilly. O but I call with a more urgent cry! I do not prize thee less, I need thee more, that thou dost love […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Winter Trees on the Horizon. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Winter Trees on the Horizon O delicate! Even in wooded lands They show the margin of my world, My own horizon; little bands Of twigs unveil that edge impearled. And what is more mine own than this, My limit, level with mine eyes? […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Threshing Machine. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Threshing Machine No “fan is in his hand” for these Young villagers beneath the trees, Watching the wheels. But I recall The rhythm of rods that rise and fall, Purging the harvest, over-seas. No fan, no flail, no threshing-floor! And all their […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Time’s Reversals. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Time’s Reversals A DAUGHTER’S PARADOX To his devoted heart* Who, young, had loved his ageing mate for life, In late lone years Time gave the elder’s part, Time gave the bridegroom’s boast, Time gave a younger wife. A wilder prank and plot […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Wind Is Blind. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Wind Is Blind “EYELESS, IN GAZA, AT THE MILL, WITH SLAVES” Milton’s “Samson.” The wind is blind. The earth sees sun and moon; the height Is watch-tower to the dawn; the plain Shines to the summer; visible light Is scattered in […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Intimations of Mortality. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Intimations of Mortality FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD A simple child … That lightly draws its breath And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? WORDSWORTH. It knows but will not tell. Awake, alone, it counts […]