English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 42. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 42 The Hosannah; or, Salvation ascribed to Christ Hosannah to king David’s Son, Who reigns on a superior throne; We bless the Prince of heav’nly birth, Who brings salvation down to earth. Let every nation, every age, In this delightful work […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Psalm 13. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Psalm 13 Complaint under temptations of the devil. How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav’nly rays That chase my fears away? How long shall my poor lab’ring soul Wrestle and toil […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 100. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 100 If God, at last, my sovereign Judge, Should frown, and bid my soul “Depart!” Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly but to thy breast? For I have sought no other home; For I have learned no […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Psalm 126. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Psalm 126 The joy of a remarkable conversion; or, Melancholy removed. When God revealed his gracious name, And changed my mournful state, My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, The grace appeared so great. The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 103. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 103 Christ’s commission. John 3:16,17 Come, happy souls, approach your God With new melodious songs; Come, tender to almighty grace The tribute of your tongues. So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men, The Father sent his […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Psalm 135. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Psalm 135 Praise due to God, not to idols. Awake, ye saints; to praise your King, Your sweetest passions raise, Your pious pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the praise. Great is the Lord, and works unknown Are his divine employ; But […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 3. Youth and Love. 2. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 3. Youth and Love. 2 To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside. Passing for ever, he fares; and on either hand, Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide, Nestle in orchard bloom, and […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 151. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 151 Prophecy and inspiration. ‘Twas by an order from the Lord The ancient prophets spoke his word; His Spirit did their tongues inspire, And warmed their hearts with heav’nly fire. The works and wonders which they wrought Confirmed the messages they […]
English Poetry. George Moses Horton. Lincoln Is Dead. Джордж Мозес Хортон.
George Moses Horton (Джордж Мозес Хортон) Lincoln Is Dead He is gone, the strong base of the nation, The dove to his covet has fled; Ye heroes lament his privation, For Lincoln is dead. He is gone down, the sun of the Union, Like Phoebus, that sets […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. The Sweepers. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) The Sweepers I sing of Sweepers, frequent in thy streets, AUGUSTA, as the flowers which grace the spring, Or branches withering in autumnal shades To form the brooms they wield. Preserv’d by them From dirt, from coach-hire, and th’ oppressive rheums Which clog the […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. An Hymn to the Nymph of Bristol Spring. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) An Hymn to the Nymph of Bristol Spring Nymph of the Fount! from whose auspicious Urn Flows health, flows strength, and Beauty’s roseate bloom, Which warms the virgin’s cheek, thy gifts I sing! Whether inclining from thy rocky couch Thou hear’st attentive, or with […]
English Poetry. William Whitehead. To the Same [Charles Townsend], on the Death of a Relation. Уильям Уайтхед.
William Whitehead (Уильям Уайтхед) To the Same [Charles Townsend], on the Death of a Relation O CHARLES, ’tis now the tender, trying time, The hour of friendship, the sad moment when You must awhile indulge a virtuous crime, And hide your own to ease another’s pain, The mournful […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Extent of Cookery. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Extent of Cookery Aliusque et idem. (Another and the same). When Tom to Cambridge first was sent, A plain brown bob he wore; Read much, and look’d as though he meant To be a fop no more. See him to Lincoln’s-Inn repair, […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. He Describes His Early Love of Poetry, and Its Consequences. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. He Describes His Early Love of Poetry, and Its Consequences To Mr. Graves, 1745. Ah me! what envious magic thins my fold? What mutter’d spell retards their late increase? Such lessening fleeces must the swain behold, That e’er with Doric pipe essays […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. He Arrives at His Retirement in the Country. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. He Arrives at His Retirement in the Country He Arrives at His Retirement in the Country, and Takes Occasion To Expatiate in Praise of Simplicity. To a Friend For rural virtues, and for native skies, I bade Augusta’s venal […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Elegy. On the Untimely Death of a Certain Learned Acquainance. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Elegy. On the Untimely Death of a Certain Learned Acquainance If proud Pygmalion quit his cumbrous frame, Funereal pomp the scanty tear supplies; Whilst heralds loud, with venal voice, proclaim, Lo! here the brave and the puissant lies. When humbler Alcon leaves his […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Song (I told my nymph, I told her true). Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Song (I told my nymph, I told her true) I told my nymph, I told her true, My fields were small, my flocks were few, While faltering accents spoke my fear, That Flavia might not prove sincere. Of crops destroyed by vernal cold, […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. At Last She Comes. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) At Last She Comes AT last she comes, O never more In this dear patience of my pain To leave me lonely as before, Or leave my soul alone again. Robert Louis Stevenson’s other poems: Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. […]
English Poetry. William Shenstone. Colemira: A Culinary Eclogue. Уильям Шенстон.
William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) Colemira: A Culinary Eclogue Insensible of soft desire, Behold Colemira prove More partial to the kitchen fire Than to the fire of Love. Night’s sable clouds had half the globe o’erspread, And silence reign’d, and folks were gone to bed; When love, which […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. The Bobolink. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) The Bobolink Your notes are few, But sweet your song As honey-dew; And all day long, Dear Bobolink, a-listening, I never tire to hear you sing. John Bannister Tabb’s other poems: Chimney Stacks The Honey-Bee The Bee and the Blossoms The Pleiads […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. A Duet. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) A Duet A little yellow Bird above, A little yellow Flower below; The little Bird can _sing_ the love That Bird and Blossom know; The Blossom has no song nor wing, But breathes the love he cannot sing. John Bannister Tabb’s other […]
English Poetry. John Bannister Tabb. At Cock-Crow. Джон Банистер Табб.
John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб) At Cock-Crow CROW! For the night has thrice denied The glory of the Sun, And now, repentant, turns aside To weep what he has done. John Bannister Tabb’s other poems: Chimney Stacks The Bobolink The Bee and the Blossoms Butterfly The Honey-Bee […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. After the Burial. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) After the Burial The family had buried him, Their bread-bringer, their best: They had returned to the house, whose hush a dim Vague vacancy expressed. There sat his sons, mute, rigid-faced, His daughters, strained, red-eyed, His wife, whose wan, worn features, vigil-traced, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. In the Marquee. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) In the Marquee It was near last century’s ending, And, though not much to rate In a world of getting and spending, To her it was great. The scene was a London suburb On a night of summer weather, And the villas […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Clasped Skeletons. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Clasped Skeletons Surmised Date 1800 B.C. (In an Ancient British barrow near the writer’s house) O why did we uncover to view So closely clasped a pair? Your chalky bedclothes over you, This long time here! Ere Paris lay with […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Dead Bastard. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Dead Bastard Many and many a time I thought, ‘Would my child were in its grave!’ Such the trouble and shame it brought. Now ’tis there. And now I’d brave Opinion’s worst, in word or act, To have that child alive; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. A Self-Glamourer. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) A Self-Glamourer My little happiness, How much I have made of it! – As if I had been not less Than a queen, to be straight obeyed of it. ‘Life, be fairer far,’ I said, ‘than you are.’ So I counted my […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. So Various. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) So Various You may have met a man – quite young – A brisk-eyed youth, and highly strung: One whose desires And inner fires Moved him as wires. And you may have met one stiff and old, If not in years; of […]
English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. Ad Martialem. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.
Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон) Ad Martialem GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be To enjoy our days set wholly free; To the true life together bend our mind, And take a furlough from the falser kind. No rich saloon, nor palace of the great, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Did Not Know Me. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Did Not Know Me (Woman’s Sorrow Song) He said: ‘I do not know you; You are not she who came And made my heart grow tame?’ I laughed: ‘The same!’ Still said he: ‘I don’t know you.’ ‘But I am […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. The Felled Elm and She. Томас Гарди (Харди).
Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Felled Elm and She When you put on that inmost ring She, like you, was a little thing: When your circles reached their fourth, Scarce she knew life’s south from north: When your year-zones counted twenty She had fond admirers plenty: When […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Treadmill Song. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Treadmill Song THE stars are rolling in the sky, The earth rolls on below, And we can feel the rattling wheel Revolving as we go. Then tread away, my gallant boys, And make the axle fly; Why should not wheels go […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Music-Grinders. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Music-Grinders THERE are three ways in which men take One’s money from his purse, And very hard it is to tell Which of the three is worse; But all of them are bad enough To make a body curse. You’re […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Comet. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Comet THE Comet! He is on his way, And singing as he flies; The whizzing planets shrink before The spectre of the skies; Ah! well may regal orbs burn blue, And satellites turn pale, Ten million cubic miles of head, Ten […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. To the Portrait of “A Lady” in the Athenaeum Gallery. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) To the Portrait of “A Lady” in the Athenaeum Gallery WELL, Miss, I wonder where you live, I wonder what’s your name, I wonder how you came to be In such a stylish frame; Perhaps you were a favorite child, Perhaps an […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Dorchester Giant. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Dorchester Giant The “pudding-stone” is a remarkable conglomerate found very abundantly in the towns mentioned, all of which are in the neighborhood of Boston. We used in those primitive days to ask friends to ride with us when we meant […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. In Snow-Time. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) In Snow-Time I have seen things that charmed the heart to rest: Faint moonlight on the towers of ancient towns, Flattering the soul to dream of old renowns; The first clear silver on the mountain crest Where the lone eagle by his […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. Ecstasy. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) Ecstasy The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight, Sings at the height where morning springs, What though his voice be lost in the light, The light comes dropping from his wings. Mount, my soul, and sing at the height Of thy […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. At William Maclennan’s Grave. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) At William Maclennan’s Grave Here where the cypress tall Shadows the stucco wall, Bronze and deep, Where the chrysanthemums blow, And the roses–blood and snow– He lies asleep. Florence dreameth afar; Memories of foray and war, Murmur still; The Certosa crowns […]
English Poetry. Edmund Spenser. Sonnet 50. Long Languishing In Double Malady. Эдмунд Спенсер.
Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер) Sonnet 50. Long Languishing In Double Malady LOng languishing in double malady, of my harts wound and of my bodies greife: there came to me a leach that would apply fit medicines for my bodies best reliefe. Vayne man (quod I) that hast but […]