English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Arrowmaker. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Arrowmaker Day in, day out, or sun or rain, Or sallow leaf, or summer grain, Beneath a wintry morning moon Or through red smouldering afternoon, With simple joy, with careful pride, He plies the craft he long has plied: To shape […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The House of Hate. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The House of Hate Mine enemy builded well, with the soft blue hills in sight; But betwixt his house and the hills I builded a house for spite: And the name thereof I set in the stone-work over the gate, With a […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Comrades. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) Comrades “Oh, whither, whither, rider toward the west?” “And whither, whither, rider toward the east?” “I rode we ride upon the same high quest, Whereon who enters may not be released; “To seek the Cup whose form none ever saw,— A […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Trumpeter. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Trumpeter Two ships, alone in sky and sea, Hang clinched, with crash and roar; There is but one—whiche’er it be— Will ever come to shore. And will it be the grim black bulk, That towers so evil now? Or will […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. The Wind and the Sea. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) The Wind and the Sea Never the long wind dieth, Never, never, But sigheth, crieth, In its old endeavor, Where the shifting sand and shingle Meet and mingle, And the lifting land and the surge of the waters sever! Never the long wind […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Bag-Pipes at Sea. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Bag-Pipes at Sea Above the shouting of the gale, The whipping sheet, the dashing spray, I heard, with notes of joy and wail, A piper play. Along the dipping deck he trod, The dusk about his shadowy form; He seemed like some strange […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Dirge for a Sailor. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Dirge for a Sailor Beyond the bourns of time and sleep, Beyond the sway of tides, A voyager o’er death’s darksome deep, His ship at anchor rides. He who from boyhood never knew A garden save the foam, Whose only rooftree was the […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. The Mist and the Sea. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) The Mist and the Sea The mist crept in from the sea Out of the void and the vast; And it bore the silver rain A shimmering guest in its train, And many a murmuring strain Of the ships that sailed in the past; […]
English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. Rondeau. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.
James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант) Rondeau Jenny kiss’d me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I’m weary, say I’m sad, Say that health and welth have […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Sea Marvels. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Sea Marvels This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the sky Above it shimmered cloudless. Now the waves Lap languorously along the foamless sand, And till the far horizon swims in mist. […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 25. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 25 Seven are the lights that wander in the skies, And at these seven, I wonder in my love. So see the moon, how pale she doth arise, Standing amazed, as though she durst not move; So is my […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 17. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 17 As are the sands, fair Licia, on the shore, Or colored flowers, garlands of the spring, Or as the frosts not seen, not felt before, Or as the fruits that autumn forth doth bring; As twinkling stars, the […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 33. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 33 I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my love; I praised that fair that none enough could praise; But plaints nor praises could fair Licia move; Above my reach she did her virtues raise, And thus replied: […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 10. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 10 A painter drew the image of the boy, Swift love, with wings all naked, and yet blind; With bow and arrows, bent for to destroy; I blamed his skill, and fault I thus did find “A needless task […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 30. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 30 Whenas my Licia sailed in the seas, Viewing with pride god Neptune’s stately crown, A calm she made, and brought the merchant ease, The storm she stayed, and checked him with a frown. Love at the stern sate […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 19. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 19 That time, fair Licia, when I stole a kiss, From off those lips, where Cupid lovely laid, I quaked for cold, and found the cause was this: My life which loved, for love behind me staid. I sent […]
English Poetry. Giles Fletcher the Elder. Licia Sonnets 45. Джайлз Флетчер Старший.
Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший) Licia Sonnets 45 There shone a comet, and it was full west. My thoughts presagéd what it did portend; I found it threatened to my heart unrest, And might in time my joys and comfort end. I further sought and found […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Return. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Return I had been dead so many years- And I had missed you so. I thought in heaven there were no tears, But ah, their weary flow! And when at last the joy-word came, An hour to wander back, My spirit flashed, […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. A Memory. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) A Memory THROUGH rifts of cloud the moon’s soft silver slips; A little rain has fallen with the night, Which from the emerald under-sky still drips Where the magnolias open, broad and white. So near my window I might reach my […]
English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. Death. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.
James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант) Death Death is a road our dearest friends have gone; Why with such leaders, fear to say, “Lead on?” Its gate repels, lest it too soon be tried, But turns in balm on the immortal side. Mothers have passed it: […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. I Can Not Count My Life a Loss. Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) * * * I CAN not count my life a loss, With all its length of evil days. I hold them only as the dross About its gold, whose worth outweighs; For each and all I give Him praise. For, drawing […]
English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Bret Harte (The magic of his wizard pen). Ина Донна Кулбрит.
Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Bret Harte (The magic of his wizard pen) The magic of his wizard pen Still holds the world in thrall: From lordly laurels won of men No leaf may fade or fall. In ways he trod, and treads no more. His […]
English Poetry. Ebenezer Elliott. The Builders. Эбенизер Эллиотт.
Ebenezer Elliott (Эбенизер Эллиотт) The Builders Spring, summer, autumn, winter, Come duly, as of old; Winds blow, suns set, and morning saith, “Ye hills, put on your gold.” The song of Homer liveth, Dead Solon is not dead; Thy splendid name, Pythagoras, O’er realms of suns is […]
English Poetry. Ebenezer Elliott. To the Bramble Flower. Эбенизер Эллиотт.
Ebenezer Elliott (Эбенизер Эллиотт) To the Bramble Flower Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows, Wild bramble of the brake! So put thou forth thy small white rose; I love it for his sake. Thou woodbines flaunt and roses glow O’er all the fragrant bowers, Thou need’st not […]
English Poetry. Ebenezer Elliott. Battle Song. Эбенизер Эллиотт.
Ebenezer Elliott (Эбенизер Эллиотт) Battle Song Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark; What then? ’Tis day! We sleep no more; the cock crows—hark! To arms! away! They come! they come! the knell is rung Of us or them; Wide o’er their march the pomp is flung Of […]
English Poetry. John Reuben Thompson. Turner Ashby. Джон Рубен Томпсон.
John Reuben Thompson (Джон Рубен Томпсон) Turner Ashby To the brave all homage render! Weep, ye skies of June! With a radiance pure and tender, Shine, O saddened moon; “Dead upon the field of glory!”— Hero fit for song and story— Lies our bold dragoon. Well they […]
English Poetry. John Reuben Thompson. A Farewell to Pope. Джон Рубен Томпсон.
John Reuben Thompson (Джон Рубен Томпсон) A Farewell to Pope “Hats off” in the crowd. “Present arms” in the line! Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline — Roll drums, the Rogue’s March, while the conqueror goes, Whose eyes have seen only “the backs of his […]
English Poetry. John Reuben Thompson. On to Richmond. Джон Рубен Томпсон.
John Reuben Thompson (Джон Рубен Томпсон) On to Richmond After Southey’s “March to Moscow” Major General Scott An order had got To push on the column to Richmond; For loudly went forth, From all parts of the North, The cry that an end of the war must […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. How We Beat the Favourite. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) How We Beat the Favourite A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup “Aye, squire,” said Stevens, “they back him at evens; The race is all over, bar shouting, they say; The Clown ought to beat her; Dick Neville is sweeter Than […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. De Te. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) De Te A burning glass of burnished brass, The calm sea caught the noontide rays, And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes of weed-flower seem to blaze. Beyond the shining silver-greys, Beyond the shades of denser bloom, The sky-line girt with […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. The Broken Tryst. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) The Broken Tryst That day a fire was in my blood; I could have sung: joy wrapt me round; The men I met seemed all so good, I scarcely knew I trod the ground. How easy seemed all toil! I laughed […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Wolf and Hound. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Wolf and Hound “The hills like giants at a hunting lay Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay.”—Browning. You’ll take my tale with a little salt, But it needs none, nevertheless, I was foil’d completely, fairly at fault, Dishearten’d, […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. From the Wreck. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) From the Wreck “Turn out, boys!”—”What’s up with our super. to-night? The man’s mad—Two hours to daybreak I’d swear— Stark mad—why, there isn’t a glimmer of light.” “Take Bolingbroke, Alec, give Jack the young mare; Look sharp. A large vessel lies jamm’d […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. The Swimmer. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) The Swimmer With short, sharp, violent lights made vivid, To southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of the surges livid, The seas that climb and the surfs that comb. Only the crag and the cliff to nor’ward, And […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Quare Fatigasti. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Quare Fatigasti Two years ago I was thinking On the changes that years bring forth; Now I stand where I then stood drinking The gust and the salt sea froth; And the shuddering wave strikes, linking With the waves subsiding and sinking, […]
English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. With the Night. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) With the Night O doubts, dull passions, and base fears, That harassed and oppressed the day, Ye poor remorses and vain tears, That shook this house of clay: All heaven to the western bars Is glittering with the darker dawn; Here with the […]
English Poetry. Archibald Lampman. Life and Nature. Арчибальд Лемпман.
Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лемпман) Life and Nature I passed through the gates of the city, The streets were strange and still, Through the doors of the open churches The organs were moaning shrill. Through the doors and the great high windows I heard the murmur of prayer, […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Down by the Carib Sea. 2. Los Cigarillos. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Down by the Carib Sea. 2. Los Cigarillos This is the land of the dark-eyed gente, Of the dolce far niente, Where we dream away Both the night and day, At night-time in sleep our dreams we invoke, Our dreams come by […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Down by the Carib Sea. 4. The Lottery Girl. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Down by the Carib Sea. 4. The Lottery Girl “Lottery, lottery, Take a chance at the lottery? Take a ticket, Or, better, take two; Who knows what the future May hold for you? Lottery, lottery, Take a chance at the lottery?” […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. And the Greatest of These Is War. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) And the Greatest of These Is War Around the council-board of Hell, with Satan at their head, The Three Great Scourges of humanity sat. Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek and voice, arose and spoke,– “O, Prince, I have stalked the earth, And […]