English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Country Sleighing. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Country Sleighing A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE In January, when down the dairy The cream and clabber freeze, When snow-drifts cover the fences over, We farmers take our ease. At night we rig the team, And bring the […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Old Love and the New. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Old Love and the New Once more on the fallow hillside, as of old, I lie at rest For an hour, while the sunshine trembles through the walnut-tree to the west,— Shakes on the rocks and fragrant ferns, and the berry-bushes […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. By the Hearth-Stone. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) By the Hearth-Stone By the hearth-stone She sits alone, The long night bearing: With eyes that gleam Into the dream Of the firelight staring. Low and more low The dying glow Burns in the embers; She nothing heeds And nothing needs— Only remembers. […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The School at War. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The School at War All night before the brink of death In fitful sleep the army lay, For through the dream that stilled their breath Too gauntly glared the coming day. But we, within whose blood there leaps The fulness of a life […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. On Spion Kop. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) On Spion Kop Foremost of all on battle’s fiery steep Here VERTUE fell, and here he sleeps his sleep.* A fairer name no Roman ever gave To stand sole monument on Valour’s grave. * Major N. H. Vertue, of the Buffs, Brigade-Major to […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. In Memoriam S. C. W., V.C.. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) In Memoriam S. C. W., V.C. There is no fitter end than this. No need is now to yearn nor sigh. We know the glory that is his, A glory that can never die. Surely we knew it long before, […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. There Is Such Change in All Those Fields. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) * * * There is such change in all those fields, Such motion rhythmic, ordered, free, Where ever-glancing summer yields Birth, fragrance, sunlight, immanency, To make us view our rights of birth. What shall we do? How shall we die? We, captives of […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. With Brutus in St. Jo. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) With Brutus in St. Jo Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the best; Milt, being rich, was much too proud to run the thing alone, So he hired an “acting manager,” […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. A Paraphrase. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) A Paraphrase Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, in Heaven the same; Give us this day our daily bread, and may our debts to heaven— As we our earthly debts forgive—by […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. In Harbour. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) In Harbour I. Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by; To the waters of gloom whence winds of the dayspring float us Goodnight and goodbye. A time […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Wind. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Wind (THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing— Under my tree where I sit cometh the Wind to confession. “Out in the garden abides the Queen of the beautiful Roses— Her do I love […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. A Valentine. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) A Valentine Your gran’ma, in her youth, was quite As blithe a little maid as you. And, though her hair is snowy white, Her eyes still have their maiden blue, And on her cheeks, as fair as thine, Methinks a girlish blush would glow […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Discreet Collector. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Discreet Collector Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south again; The narrow street through which to go— Aha! I know it well! And may be you would like to know— […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 10. Midsummer Midnight Skies. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 10. Midsummer Midnight Skies Midsummer midnight skies, Midsummer midnight influences and airs, The shining, sensitive silver of the sea Touched with the strange-hued blazonings of dawn; And all so solemnly still I seem to hear The breathing of Life […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 5. Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So?. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 5. Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So? Why, my heart, do we love her so? (Geraldine, Geraldine!) Why does the great sea ebb and flow?— Why does the round world spin? Geraldine, Geraldine, Bid me my life […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. Prologue. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. Prologue Something is dead . . . The grace of sunset solitudes, the march Of the solitary moon, the pomp and power Of round on round of shining soldier-stars Patrolling space, the bounties of the sun— Sovran, tremendous, unimaginable— […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. London Voluntaries. 5. Allegro Maëstoso. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) London Voluntaries. 5. Allegro Maëstoso Spring winds that blow As over leagues of myrtle-blooms and may; Bevies of spring clouds trooping slow, Like matrons heavy bosomed and aglow With the mild and placid pride of increase! Nay, What makes this insolent and […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. London Voluntaries. 4. Largo e Mesto. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) London Voluntaries. 4. Largo e Mesto Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellarage of hell, The Wind-Fiend, the abominable— The Hangman Wind that tortures temper and light— Comes slouching, […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. Songs of a Savoyard. The Englishman. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) Songs of a Savoyard. The Englishman He is an Englishman! For he himself has said it, And it’s greatly to his credit, That he is an Englishman! For he might have been a Roosian, A French, or Turk, or Proosian, Or perhaps […]
English Poetry. James Kenneth Stephen. The Philosopher and the Philanthropist. Джеймс Кеннет Стивен.
James Kenneth Stephen (Джеймс Кеннет Стивен) The Philosopher and the Philanthropist Searching an infinite Where, Probing a bottomless When, Dreamfully wandering, Ceaselessly pondering, What is the Wherefore of men: Bartering life for a There, Selling his soul for a Then, Baffling obscurity, Conning futurity, Usefulest, wisest of men! […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Cleopatra. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Cleopatra HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs; Serpent and scarab for a sign Between the beauty of her brows And the amorous deep lids divine. Her great curled hair makes luminous Her […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 148. O me! what eyes hath love put in my head. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 148. О, как любовь мой изменила глаз!
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 148. O me! what eyes hath love put in my head O me! what eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight, Or if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely what they see […]
English Poetry. James Kenneth Stephen. Steam-Launches on the Thames. Джеймс Кеннет Стивен.
James Kenneth Stephen (Джеймс Кеннет Стивен) Steam-Launches on the Thames Henley, June 7, 1891. Shall we, to whom the stream by right belongs, Who travel silent, save, perchance, for songs; Whose track’s a ripple,—leaves the Thames a lake, Nor frights the swan—scarce makes the rushes shake; […]
English Poetry. James Kenneth Stephen. After the Golden Wedding (Three Soliloquies). Джеймс Кеннет Стивен.
James Kenneth Stephen (Джеймс Кеннет Стивен) After the Golden Wedding (Three Soliloquies) I. The husband’s. She’s not a faultless woman; no! She’s not an angel in disguise: She has her rivals here below: She’s not an unexampled prize: She does not always see the point Of […]
English Poetry. James Kenneth Stephen. The Last Ride Together (after Browning). Джеймс Кеннет Стивен.
James Kenneth Stephen (Джеймс Кеннет Стивен) The Last Ride Together (after Browning) (From Her Point of View) When I had firmly answered ‘No’, And he allowed that that was so, I really thought I should be free For good and all from Mr B., And that he […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 2. The Mirror. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 2. The Mirror That I should love thee seemeth meet and wise, So beautiful thou art that he were mad Who in thy countenance no pleasure had; Who felt not the still music of thine […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 1. InterludeSong (Love, Love, my love). Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 1. InterludeSong (Love, Love, my love) Love, Love, my love, The best things are the truest! When the earth lies shadowy dark below, O then the heavens are bluest! Deep the blue of the sky, […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. 31. “When the Last Doubt Is Doubted”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. 31. “When the Last Doubt Is Doubted” When the last doubt is doubted, The last black shadow flown; When the last foe is routed; When the night is over and gone— Then, Love, O then! there will […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To His Mistress, Objecting to Him Neither Toying or Talking. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To His Mistress, Objecting to Him Neither Toying or Talking You say I love not, ’cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. You blame me, too, because I can’t devise Some sport, to please those babies […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Cruel Maid. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Cruel Maid —AND, cruel maid, because I see You scornful of my love, and me, I’ll trouble you no more, but go My way, where you shall never know What is become of me; there I Will find me out a path […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Upon a Delaying Lady. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Upon a Delaying Lady Come, come away Or let me go; Must I here stay Because you’re slow, And will continue so; —Troth, lady, no. I scorn to be A slave to state; And since I’m free, I will not wait, Henceforth […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Upon Her Feet. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Upon Her Feet Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at Bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. Robert Herrick’s other poems: A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks Upon Julia’s […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Love Lies Bleeding. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Love Lies Bleeding Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun’s dart clove her: Love lies bleeding. Stately shine his purple plumes, exceeding Pride of princes: nor shall maid […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Dianeme (Give me one kiss). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Dianeme (Give me one kiss) Give me one kiss, And no more: If so be, this Makes you poor To enrich you, I’ll restore For that one, two- Thousand score. Robert Herrick’s other poems: A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Love Lightly Pleased. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Love Lightly Pleased Let fair or foul my mistress be, Or low, or tall, she pleaseth me; Or let her walk, or stand, or sit, The posture her’s, I’m pleased with it; Or let her tongue be still, or stir Graceful is every […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Anthea’s Retractation. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Anthea’s Retractation Anthea laugh’d, and, fearing lest excess Might stretch the cords of civil comeliness She with a dainty blush rebuked her face, And call’d each line back to his rule and space. Robert Herrick’s other poems: The Present Time Best Pleaseth The […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Anthea, Who May Command Him Any Thing. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Anthea, Who May Command Him Any Thing Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Oenone. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Oenone What conscience, say, is it in thee, When I a heart had one, [won] To take away that heart from me, And to retain thy own? For shame or pity, now incline To play a loving part; Either to send […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Poet and His Book. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Poet and His Book Here are my thoughts, alive within this fold, My simple sheep. Their shepherd, I grow wise As dearly, gravely, deeply I behold Their different eyes. O distant pastures in their blood! O streams From watersheds that fed them […]
English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The Lord’s Prayer. Элис Мейнелл.
Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Lord’s Prayer “Audemus dicere ‘Pater Noster.'” — CANON OF THE MASS. There is a bolder way, There is a wilder enterprise than this All-human iteration day by day. Courage, mankind! Restore Him what is His. Out of His mouth were […]