English Poetry. William Whitehead. Ode for the New Year, Jan. 1, 1776. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Ode for the New Year, Jan. 1, 1776 On the white Rocks which guard her Coast, Observant of the parting Day, Whose Orb was Half an Ocean lost, Reclin’d Britannia lay. Wide o’er the wat’ry Waste A pensive Look she cast; And scarce could […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. Hymn to Venus, on a great Variety of Roses being planted around her Cottage. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) Hymn to Venus, on a great Variety of Roses being planted around her Cottage O Venus, whose inspiring breath First waken’d Nature’s genial power, And cloth’d the teeming Earth beneath With every plant, with every flower, Which paints the verdant lap of Spring, Or […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Cock-Crow. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Cock-Crow OUT of the wood of thoughts that grows by night To be cut down by the sharp ax of light,– Out of the night, two cocks together crow, Cleaving the darkness with a silver blow: And brought before my eyes twin trumpeters stand, […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. A Charge to the Poets. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) A Charge to the Poets Full twenty years have roll’d, ye rhiming band, Since first I dipp’d in ink my trembling hand, For much it trembled, tho’ th’ obliging few, Who judge with candour, prais’d the sketch I drew; And Echo, answering from the […]
English Poetry. John Gay. Prediction. Джон Гей. Гадание
John Gay (Джон Гей) Prediction Dame Doleful, as old stories say, Foresaw th’events of every day, And tho’ to Satan no relation, Dealt largely in prognostication: Whatever accident befel, She plainly could the cause foretell; A hundred reasons she could show, […]
English Poetry. John Gay. To My Chair. Джон Гей. Моему креслу
John Gay (Джон Гей) To My Chair Thou faithful vassal to my wayward will. Thou patient midwife to my labouring skill! My pen and ink’s choice cell! my paper’s pillow! Thou steady friend, e’en were thy master mellow! My seat! – I visit not […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. He Describes His Disinterestedness to a Friend. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. He Describes His Disinterestedness to a Friend I ne’er must tinge my lip with Celtic wines; The pomp of India must I ne’er display; Nor boast the produce of Peruvian mines; Nor with Italian sounds deceive the day. Down yonder brook my […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. The Invidious. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) The Invidious Martial. O Fortune! if my prayer of old Was ne’er solicitous for gold, With better grace thou may’st allow My suppliant wish, that asks it now: Yet think not, Goddess! I require it For the same end your clowns desire it. […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Comparison. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Comparison ‘Tis by comparison we know On every object to bestow Its proper share of praise Did each alike perfection bear, What beauty, though divinely fair, Could admiration raise? Amidst the lucid bands of night, See! Hesperus, serenely bright, Adorns the distant skies: […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. On Posthumous Reputation – To a Friend. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. On Posthumous Reputation – To a Friend O grief of griefs! that Envy’s frantic ire Should rob the living virtue of its praise; O foolish Muses! that with zeal aspire To deck the cold insensate shrine with bays. When the free spirit […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. He Suggests the Advantage of Birth to a Person of Merit. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. He Suggests the Advantage of Birth to a Person of Merit HE SUGGESTS THE ADVANTAGE OF BIRTH TO A PERSON OF MERIT; AND THE FOLLY OF A SUPERCILIOUSNESS THAT IS BUILT UPON THAT SOLE FOUNDATION. When genius, graced with lineal […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. Ophilia’s Urn. To Mr. Graves. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. Ophilia’s Urn. To Mr. Graves Through the dim veil of evening’s dusky shade, Near some lone fane, or yew’s funereal green, What dreary forms has magic Fear survey’d! What shrouded spectres Superstition seen! But you, secure, shall pour your sad complaint, Nor […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. The Speeches of Sloth and Virtue. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) The Speeches of Sloth and Virtue [Upon the Plan of Xenophen’s Judgment of Hercules] SLOTH Hither, dear Boy, direct thy wandring Eyes, ‘Tis here the lovely Vale of Pleasure lies. Debate no more — to me thy self resign; […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Liberty. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Liberty The last light has gone out of the world, except This moonlight lying on the grass like frost Beyond the brink of the tall elm’s shadow. It is as if everything else had slept Many an age, unforgotten and lost - The men […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Song (On every tree, in every plain). Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Song (On every tree, in every plain) Ah! ego non aliter tristes evincere morbos Optarem, quam te sic quoque velle putem. On every tree, in every plain, I trace the jovial spring in vain; A sickly langour veils mine eyes, And fast my […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Pilgrim’s Vision. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Pilgrim’s Vision IN the hour of twilight shadows The Pilgrim sire looked out; He thought of the “bloudy Salvages” That lurked all round about, Of Wituwamet’s pictured knife And Pecksuot’s whooping shout; For the baby’s limbs were feeble, Though his father’s […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Last Reader. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Last Reader I SOMETIMES sit beneath a tree And read my own sweet songs; Though naught they may to others be, Each humble line prolongs A tone that might have passed away But for that scarce remembered lay. I keep […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Height of the Ridiculous. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Height of the Ridiculous I WROTE some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They were exceeding good. They were so queer, so very queer, I laughed as I would die; […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The September Gale. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The September Gale This tremendous hurricane occurred on the 23d of September, 1815. I remember it well, being then seven years old. A full account of it was published, I think, in the records of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. […]
English Poetry. Joseph Warton. On Shooting. Джозеф Уортон.
Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) On Shooting Nymphs of the forests, that young oaks protect From noxious blasts, and the blue thunder’s dart, O how securely might ye dwell In Britain’s peaceful shades Far from grim wolves, or tiger’s midnight roar, Or crimson-crested serpent’s hungry hiss, But that our […]
English Poetry. Joseph Warton. To Solitude. Джозеф Уортон.
Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) To Solitude Thou, that at deep dead of night Walk’st forth beneath the pale moon’s light, In robe of flowing black array’d, While cypress-leaves thy brows o’ershade; List’ning to the crowing cock, And the distant-sounding clock; Or sitting in thy cavern low, Do’st hear […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Heroes. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Heroes By such strange and wonderful ways God would save His world again. All our days are holy days, Starry heroes all our men. There’s naught common or unclean In this splendid new-made earth: Hearts uplifted, eyes serene, Grief goes gayer now […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Mother of Three. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Mother of Three Oh, to have a little farm, A little hearth so warm and bright, And three little boys all safe from harm In from the winter night! A little house with white-washed wall, And thatched like any golden rick, And […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Any Mother. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Any Mother ‘What’s the news? Now tell it me.’ ‘Allenby again advances.’ ‘No, it is not Allenby But my boy, straight as a lance is. ‘Oh, my boy it is that runs, Hurls his young and slender body On the dread death-dealing guns. […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Two Pewits. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Two Pewits Under the after-sunset sky Two pewits sport and cry, More white than is the moon on high Riding the dark surge silently; More black than earth. Their cry Is the one sound under the sky. They alone move, now low, now high, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Test. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Test Love has moods: and I am cold, Very cold ofttimes to Thee; Fain to slip from Thy dear hold To my follies and be free. Yet I love: Thou knowest all. I am Thine in heat and chill; Thou, Thou hast […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. High Summer. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) High Summer Pinks and syringa in the garden closes And the sweet privet hedge and golden roses. The pines hot in the sun, the drone of the bee; They die in Flanders to keep these for me. The long sunny days and the […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Crown. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Crown She had twelve stars for diadem; She had for footstool the full moon; Her quiet eyes, outshining them, Kept memories of the night and noon And the still moms at Nazareth When in her arms the Child drew breath. So safe, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Young Soldier. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Young Soldier Since you were so young, child, I shall Not fear your noon or even-fall, Nor dread you are taken unawares, Nor weary Heaven with many prayers. I shall not wake at night afraid Of where your darling head is laid, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Little Old Woman. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Little Old Woman There’s a Little Old Woman walks in the night, Singing her love song like a falling keen; The Little Old Woman is the heart’s delight, With the gold crown under her hood to tell her queen. The Little Old […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Wings in the Night. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Wings in the Night Now in the soft spring midnight There’s rush of wings and whirr, Birds flying softly, swiftly; The night’s a-flutter, a-stir. Home by the bitter seas, They have sped home together. So glad to be coming home To the grey […]
English Poetry. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The White Ship. Данте Габриэль Россетти. Белый Корабль
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти) The White Ship Henry I. of England. – 25th Nov., 1120. By none but me can the tale be told, The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold. (Lands are swayed by a King on a throne.) ‘Twas a royal train put forth […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Land of Washington. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Land of Washington I glory in the sages Who, in the days of yore, In combat met the foemen, And drove them from our shore. Who flung our banner’s starry field In triumph to the breeze, And spread broad maps of […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Cottager’s Welcome. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Cottager’s Welcome Hard by I’ve a cottage that stands near the wood— A stream glides in peace at the door— Where all who will tarry, ’tis well understood, Receive hospitality’s store. To cheer that the brook and the thicket afford, The […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. A Bird from the West. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) A Bird from the West At the grey dawn, amongst the felling leaves, A little bird outside my window swung, High on a topmost branch he trilled his song, And “Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!” ever sung. Take me, I cried, back to […]
English Poetry. Edward Thomas. The Brook. Эдвард Томас.
Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) The Brook Seated once by a brook, watching a child Chiefly that paddled, I was thus beguiled. Mellow the blackbird sang and sharp the thrush Not far off in oak and hazel brush, Unseen. There was a scent like honeycomb From mugwort dull. And […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. The Lover. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) The Lover I go through wet spring woods alone, Through sweet green woods with heart of stone, My weary foot upon the grass Falls heavy as I pass. The cuckoo from the distance cries, The lark a pilgrim in the skies; But […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. A Weeping Cupid. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) A Weeping Cupid Why love! I thought you were gay and fair, Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so black, Whose sullen gloom twin eyes give back, Poor little god in tears, alack! Why love! I thought […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. At Christmas Time. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) At Christmas Time For that old love I once adored I decked my halls and spread my board At Christmas time. With all the winter’s flowers that grow I wreathed my room, and mistletoe Hung in the gloom of my doorway, Wherein […]
English Poetry. Paul Laurence Dunbar. The Rising of the Storm. Пол Лоренс Данбар.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар) The Rising of the Storm The lake’s dark breast Is all unrest, It heaves with a sob and a sigh. Like a tremulous bird, From its slumber stirred, The moon is a-tilt in the sky. From the silent deep The waters […]