English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Woodman, Spare That Tree!. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) * * * Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I’ll protect it now. ‘Twas my forefather’s hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Land-Ho!. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Land-Ho! UP, UP WITH THE SIGNAL!—The land is in sight! We’ll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night! The cold cheerless ocean in safety we’ve passed, And the warm genial earth glads our vision at last. In the land of the stranger […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Croton Ode. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Croton Ode Written at the request of the corporation of the city of New York. Gushing from this living fountain, Music pours a falling strain, As the goddess of the mountain Comes with all her sparkling train. From her […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. Banagher Rhue. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) Banagher Rhue Banagher Rhue of Donegal, (Holy Mary, how slow the dawn!) This is the hour of your loss or gain: Is go d-tigheadh do, mhûirnín slan! Banagher Rhue, but the hour was ill (O Mary Mother, how high the price!) […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. Sonnet 1. The partial Muse, has from my earliest hours. Шарлотта Смит.
Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит) Sonnet 1. The partial Muse, has from my earliest hours THE partial Muse, has from my earliest hours, Smil’d on the rugged path I’m doom’d to tread, And still with sportive hand has snatch’d wild flowers, To weave fantastic garlands for my head: […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. The Rape of the Baron’s Wine. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) The Rape of the Baron’s Wine Who was stealing the Baron’s wine, Golden sherry and port so old, Precious, I wot, as drops of gold? Lone to-night he came to dine, Flung himself in his oaken chair, Kicked the hound that […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Mood. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Mood Bowed hearts that hold the saddest memories Are the most beautiful; and such make sweet Light happy moods of alien natures which Their sadness contacts, and so sanctifies. And such to me is an old, gabled house, Deserted and […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Wet Day. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Wet Day Dark, drear, and drizzly, with vapor grizzly, The day goes dully unto its close; Its wet robe smutches each thing it touches, Its fingers sully and wreck the rose. Around the railing and garden-paling The dripping lily hangs […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The White Evening. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The White Evening From gray, bleak hills ‘neath steely skies Thro’ beards of ice the forests roar; Along the river’s humming shore The skimming skater bird-like flies. On windy meads where wave white breaks, Where fettered briers’ glist’ning hands Reach to […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Tomboy. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Tomboy There’s a little girl I know And we call her So-and-So. She is neither good nor bad Good enough for me although! Never saw a girl that had More real life in her, or more Of what people christen go; Pretty […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The Ribbon. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The Ribbon Those were the days of doubt. How clear It all comes back! This ribbon, see? Brings that far past so very near I lose my own identity, And seem two beings: one that’s here, And one back in that century […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. The Dance of Summer. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) The Dance of Summer Summer, gowned in catnip-gray, Goes her weedy wildwood way, Where with rosehip-buttoned coat, Cardinal flower-plume afloat, With the squirrel-folk at play, Brown September, smiling, stands, Chieftain of the Romany bands Of the Fall a gypsy crew, Glimmering in […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Pixy Wood. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Pixy Wood The vat-like cups of the fungus, filled With the rain that fell last night, Are casks of wine that the elves distilled For revels the moon did light. The owlet there with her “Who-oh-who,” And the frog with his […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Kinship. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Kinship I. There is no flower of wood or lea, No April flower, as fair as she: O white anemone, who hast The wind’s wild grace, Know her a cousin of thy race, Into whose face A presence like the wind’s […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Gipsies. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Gipsies I. There’s a scent of pungent wood smoke in the chill October air, And a jack-o’-lantern glare, a wild and dusky glare, ‘Tis the brush that burns and smoulders in the woods and by the ways, The old New England […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence I who am dead a thousand years, And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along. I care not if you bridge the seas, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Falerina. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Falerina The night is hung above us, love, With heavy stars that love us, love, With clouds that curl in purple and pearl, And winds that whisper of us, love: On burly hills and valleys, that lie dimmer, The amber foot-falls of […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Dilly Dally. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Dilly Dally I. There is a little girl I know Who takes her time to come and go. If you should ask her please to hurry, She tries her best then to be slow: She gives her parents lots of worry; […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Consecration. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Consecration I. This is the place where visions come to dance, Dreams of the trees and flowers, glimmeringly; Where the white moon and the pale stars can see, Sitting with Legend and with dim Romance. This is the place where all […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Halloween. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Halloween It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe’en, Where silence and darkness had built them a lair, That I felt the dim presence of her, the unseen, And heard her still step on the ghost-haunted air. It was last […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. The Book of Martyrs. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) The Book of Martyrs Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a kingdom cared! Read then of faith […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Dawn. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Dawn When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ‘s time to smooth the hair And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe. Who win, and nations do not see, Who fall, and none observe, Whose dying eyes no country Regards with patriot […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. The Lonely House. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) The Lonely House I know some lonely houses off the road A robber ‘d like the look of, – Wooden barred, And windows hanging low, Inviting to A portico, Where two could creep: One hand the tools, The other peep To make sure […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Lines to Six-Foot Three. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Lines to Six-Foot Three A lad, who twenty tongues can talk And sixty miles a day can walk; Drink at a draught a pint of rum, And then be neither sick nor dumb Can tune a song, and make a verse, And […]
English Poetry. George Henry Borrow. Scenes. Джордж Генри Борроу.
George Henry Borrow (Джордж Генри Борроу) Scenes Observe ye not yon high cliff’s brow, Up which a wanderer clambers slow, ‘T is by a hoary ruin crown’d, Which rocks when shrill winds whistle round; That is an ancient knightly hold,- Alas! it droops, deserted, cold; And sad and […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. Hassan’s Serenade. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) Hassan’s Serenade How splendid in the morning glows the lily; with what grace he throws His supplication to the rose: do roses nod the head, Yasmin? But when the silver dove descends I find the little flower of friends Whose very name […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. When Nellies’ on the Job. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) When Nellies’ on the Job The bright spots in my life are when the servant quits the place, Although that grim disturbance brings a frown to Nellie’s face; The week between the old girl’s’ reign and entry of the new Is one […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. To the Humble. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) To the Humble If all the flowers were roses, If never daisies grew, If no old-fashioned posies Drank in the morning dew, Then man might have some reason To whimper and complain, And speak these words of treason, That all our toil […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Other Fellow. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Other Fellow Whose luck is better far than ours? The other fellow’s. Whose road seems always lined with flowers? The other fellow’s. Who is the man who seems to get Most joy in life, with least regret, Who always seems to […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Handy Man. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Handy Man The handy man about the house Is old and bent and gray; Each morning in the yard he toils, Where all the children play; Some new task every day he finds, Some task he loves to do, The handy […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Broken Drum. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Broken Drum There is sorrow in the household; There’s a grief too hard to bear; There’s a little cheek that’s tear-stained There’s a sobbing baby there. And try how we will to comfort, Still the tiny teardrops come; For, to solve […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Selfish. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Selfish I am selfish in my wishin’ every sort o’ joy for you; I am selfish when I tell you that I’m wishin’ skies o’ blue Bending o’er you every minute, and a pocketful of gold, An’ as much of love an’ […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Myself. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Myself I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to know. I want to be able as days go by always to look myself straight in the eye; I don’t want to stand with the […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Lanes of Memory. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Lanes of Memory Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear, And looking back we smile to see life’s bright red roses reappear, The little sprigs of mignonette that smiled upon us as we passed, The pansy and the […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Fishing Nooks. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Fishing Nooks “Men will grow weary,” said the Lord, “Of working for their bed and board. They’ll weary of the money chase And want to find a resting place Where hum of wheel is never heard And no one speaks an angry […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. About Boys. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) About Boys Show me the boy who never threw A stone at someone’s cat; Or never hurled a snowball swift At someone’s high silk hat. Who never ran away from school, To seek the swimming hole; Or slyly from a neighbor’s yard […]
English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. The Golden Journey to Samarkand. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.
James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер) The Golden Journey to Samarkand I We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, - What […]
English Poetry. Lloyd Mifflin. Theseus and Ariadne. Ллойд Миффлин.
Lloyd Mifflin (Ллойд Миффлин) Theseus and Ariadne Thes. Nay, I have loved thee! Ari. Thou hast loved, didst say? Thes. I loved thee well at Crete. Ari. Lov’st me no more? Thes. Ah! who can hold the wave upon the shore? Ari. Thou, if thou wouldst; and, oh! […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. A Nest in a Lyre. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) A Nest in a Lyre As sign before a playhouse serves A giant Lyre, ornately gilded, On whose convenient coignes and curves The pert brown sparrows late have builded. They flit, and flirt, and prune their wings, Not awed at all by […]