English Poetry. Joseph Warton. Contentment. Джозеф Уортон.

Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) Contentment Farewel, aspiring thoughts, no more My soul shall leave the peaceful shore, To sail ambition’s main. Fallacious as the harlot’s kiss, You promise me uncertain bliss, But give me certain pain. A beauteous prospect first you shew, Which, ere survey’d, you paint […]

English Poetry. Joseph Warton. Ode to Fancy. Джозеф Уортон.

Joseph Warton (Джозеф Уортон) Ode to Fancy O parent of each lovely Muse, Thy spirit o’er my soul diffuse, O’er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide. To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murder’d fatling of the […]

English Poetry. Owen Seaman. A New Blue Book. Оуэн Симен.

Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) A New Blue Book [It was hardly to be supposed that the young decadents who once rioted … in the Yellow Book would be content to remain in obscurity after the metamorphosis of that periodical and the consequent exclusion of themselves. The Savoy, […]

English Poetry. Owen Seaman. To Mr. William Watson. Оуэн Симен.

Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) To Mr. William Watson [On writing the first instalment of The Purple East, a ‘fine sonnet which it is our privilege to publish.’––Westminster Gazette, Dec. 16, 1895.] Dear Mr. Watson, we have heard with wonder, Not all unmingled with a sad […]

English Poetry. Owen Seaman. Tactless Tactics. Оуэн Симен.

Owen Seaman (Оуэн Симен) Tactless Tactics Were I a burglar in the dock With every chance of doing time, With Justice sitting like a rock To hear a record black with crime; If my conviction seemed a cert, Yet, by a show of late repentance, I thought I […]

English Poetry. Dinah Maria Craik. Leonora. Дина Мария Крейк.

Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк) Leonora LEONORA, Leonora, How the word rolls–Leonora– Lion-like, in full-mouthed sound, Marching o’er the metric ground With a tawny tread sublime– So your name moves, Leonora, Down my desert rhyme. So you pace, young Leonora, Through the alleys of the wood, […]

English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Distraction. Кэтрин Тайнен.

Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Distraction When swarms of small distractions harry Devotion like the gnats that fly Till prayers are cold and customary, Not such as please Thee, Heaven-high. When I forget for all my striving Thy presence holy and august, Be Thou not angry, but forgiving […]

English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Alienation. Кэтрин Тайнен.

Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Alienation For the first time since he was born Her son, her rose without a thorn, They are at variance, they who were Always such closest friends and dear. Another face is in his dreams Under the sunbeams and moonbeams. In his changed […]