English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Boy Soldier. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Boy Soldier Each evening on my lap there climbs A little boy of three, And with his dimpled, chubby fists He pounds me shamefully. He gives my beard a vicious tug, He bravely pulls my nose; And then he tussles with […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Fisherman. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Fisherman Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over stones, That long had heard the pipes o’ Pan And shared the joys that nature owns, I met a fellow fisherman, Who greeted me in cheerful tones. […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Old-Fashioned Pair. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Old-Fashioned Pair ‘Tis a little old house with a squeak in the stairs, And a porch that seems made for just two easy chairs; In the yard is a group of geraniums red, And a glorious old-fashioned peony bed. Petunias and […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Sorry Hostess. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Sorry Hostess She said she was sorry the weather was bad The night that she asked us to dine; And she really appeared inexpressibly sad Because she had hoped ‘twould be fine. She was sorry to hear that my wife had […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Unimportant Differences. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Unimportant Differences If he is honest, kindly, true, And glad to work from day to day; If when his bit of toil is through With children he will stoop to play; If he does always what he can To serve another’s time […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. When Mother Sleeps. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) When Mother Sleeps When mother sleeps, a slamming door Disturbs her not at all; A man might walk across the floor Or wander through the hall A pistol shot outside would not Drive slumber from her eyes– But she is always on […]
English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Demeter and Persephone. Альфред Теннисон.
Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) Demeter and Persephone Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of her native land, And can no more, thou camest, O my child, Led upward by the God of ghosts and dreams, […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. When Willows Green. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) When Willows Green When goldenly the willows green, And, mirrored in the sunset pool, Hang wavering, wild-rose clouds between: When robins call in twilights cool: What is it we await? Who lingers and is late? What strange unrest, what yearning stirs us […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Compensation. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) Compensation The brook ran laughing from the shade, And in the sunshine danced all day: The starlight and the moonlight made Its glimmering path a Milky Way. The blue sky burned, with summer fired; For parching fields, for pining flowers, The […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Kinship. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) Kinship A lily grew in the tangle, In a flame red garment dressed, And many a ruby spangle Besprinkled her tawny breast. And the silken moth sailed by her With a swift and a snow-white sail; Not a gilt-girt bee came […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Spring Beauties. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Spring Beauties The Puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church; A Thrush, white-breasted, o’er them sat singing on his perch. “Happy be! for fair are ye!” the gentle singer told them, But presently a buff-coat Bee came booming up to […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Thisbe. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) Thisbe The garden within was shaded, And guarded about from sight; The fragrance flowed to the south wind, The fountain leaped to the light. And the street without was narrow, And dusty, and hot, and mean; But the bush that bore […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 34. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 34 Pale are my looks, forsaken of my life, Cinders my bones, consume’d with thy flame, Floods are my tears, to end this burning strife, And yet I sigh for to increase the same; I mourn alone because alone […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 20. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 20 First did I fear, when first my love began, Possessed in fits by watchful jealousy I sought to keep what I by favor won, And brooked no partner in my love to be. But tyrant sickness fed upon […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 12. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 12 I wish sometimes, although a worthless thing, Spurred by ambition, glad to aspire, Myself a monarch, or some mighty king, And then my thoughts do wish for to be higher. But when I view what winds the cedars […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 6. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 6 My love amazed did blush herself to see, Pictured by art, all naked as she was. “How could the painter know so much by me, Or art effect what he hath brought to pass? It is not like […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest). Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest) A stir of pines in the forest, A klink of picks in the mine, And smoke from the tent and cabin Under the oak and vine; The peaks of the great Sierras, […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Roundel. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) The Roundel A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere, With craft of delight and with cunning of sound unsought, That the heart of the hearer may smile if to pleasure his ear A roundel is wrought. Its jewel […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Thora’s Song. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Thora’s Song (“Ashtaroth”) We severed in autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough; The wheat and the oats and the barley Are ripe for the harvest now. We sunder’d one misty morning, Ere the hills were dimm’d by […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Doubtful Dreams. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Doubtful Dreams Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves are in August yet, And you would have me remember, And I would rather forget; In the bloom of the May-day weather, In the blight of October chill, We were dreamers of […]
English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. After Rain. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) After Rain For three whole days across the sky, In sullen packs that loomed and broke, With flying fringes dim as smoke, The columns of the rain went by; At every hour the wind awoke; The darkness passed upon the plain; The great drops […]
English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. The Bird and the Hour. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) The Bird and the Hour The sun looks over a little hill And floods the valley with gold– A torrent of gold; And the hither field is green and still; Beyond it a cloud outrolled, Is glowing molten and bright; And soon the hill, […]
English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. Distance. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) Distance To the distance! Ah, the distance! Blue and broad and dim! Peace is not in burgh or meadow, But beyond the rim. Aye, beyond it, far beyond it; Follow still my soul, Till this earth is lost in heaven, And thou feel’st […]
English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. June. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) June Long, long ago, it seems, this summer morn That pale-browed April passed with pensive tread Through the frore woods, and from its frost-bound bed Woke the arbutus with her silver horn; And now May, too, is fled, The flower-crowned month, the merry laughing […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Deep in the Quiet Wood. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Deep in the Quiet Wood Are you bowed down in heart? Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life? Then come away, come to the peaceful wood, Here bathe your soul in silence. Listen! Now, From out the […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Omar. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Omar Old Omar, jolly sceptic, it may be That, after all, you found the magic key To life and all its mystery, and I Must own you have almost persuaded me. James Weldon Johnson’s other poems: The Color Sergeant Down by the […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. “Lazy”. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) “Lazy” Some men enjoy the constant strife Of days with work and worry rife, But that is not my dream of life: I think such men are crazy. For me, a life with worries few, A job of nothing much to do, […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Bloody Sun. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) The Bloody Sun “O WHERE have ye been the morn sae late, My merry son, come tell me hither? O where have ye been the morn sae late? And I wot I hae but anither.” “By the water-gate, by the water-gate, O […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The Ghost of Deacon Brown. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) The Ghost of Deacon Brown In a backwoods town Lived Deacon Brown, And he was a miser old; He would trust no bank, So he dug, and sank In the ground a box of gold, Down deep in the ground a box […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. The Temptress. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) The Temptress Old Devil, when you come with horns and tail, With diabolic grin and crafty leer; I say, such bogey-man devices wholly fail To waken in my heart a single fear. But when you wear a form I know so […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. A Mid-Day Dreamer. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) A Mid-Day Dreamer I love to sit alone, and dream, And dream, and dream; In fancy’s boat to softly glide Along some stream Where fairy palaces of gold And crystal bright Stand all along the glistening shore: A wondrous sight. My […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. To Wordsworth. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) To Wordsworth Those who have laid the harp aside And turn’d to idler things, From very restlessness have tried The loose and dusty strings. And, catching back some favourite strain, Run with it o’er the chords again. But Memory is not […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Once, and Once Only, Have I Seen Thy Face. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Once, and once only, have I seen thy face, Elia! once only has thy tripping tongue Run o’er my breast, yet never has been left Impression on it stronger or more sweet. Cordial old man! what youth was in […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. On Seeing a Hair of Lucretia Borgia. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) On Seeing a Hair of Lucretia Borgia Borgia, thou once wert almost too august And high for adoration; now thou’rt dust. All that remains of thee these plaits unfold, Calm hair, meandering in pellucid gold. Walter Savage Landor’s other poems: Ternissa! You […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Yes; I Write Verses Now and Then. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Yes; I write verses now and then, But blunt and flaccid is my pen, No longer talkt of by young men As rather clever: In the last quarter are my eyes, You see it by their form and […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Various the Roads of Life; in One. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Various the roads of life; in one All terminate, one lonely way We go; and ‘Is he gone?’ Is all our best friends say. Walter Savage Landor’s other poems: Ternissa! You Are Fled! To Barry Cornwall The Gates of […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Cousin Lucrece. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Cousin Lucrece Here where the curfew Still, they say, rings, Time rested long ago, Folding his wings; Here, on old Norwich’s Out-along road, Cousin Lucretia Had her abode. Norridge, not Nor-wich (See Mother Goose), Good enough English […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Lord’s-Day Gale. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Lord’s-Day Gale Bay St. Lawrence, August, 1873 In Gloucester port lie fishing craft,— More stanch and trim were never seen: They are sharp before and sheer abaft, And true their lines the masts between. Along the wharves of Gloucester Town […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. To a Cat. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) To a Cat STATELY, kindly, lordly friend, Condescend Here to sit by me, and turn Glorious eyes that smile and burn, Golden eyes, love’s lustrous meed, On the golden page I read. All your wondrous wealth of hair, Dark and fair, […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Heart of New England. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Heart of New England O long are years of waiting, when lovers’ hearts are bound By words that hold in life and death, and last the half-world round; Long, long for him who wanders far and strives with all his main, […]