English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Down by the Carib Sea. 6. Sunset in the Tropics. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Down by the Carib Sea. 6. Sunset in the Tropics A silver flash from the sinking sun, Then a shot of crimson across the sky That, bursting, lets a thousand colors fly And riot among the clouds; they run, Deepening in purple, […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. As A Perfume. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) As A Perfume As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain. Other thoughts may come and […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 3. Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 3. Прекрасный облик в зеркале ты видишь
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 3. Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest, Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, […]
English Poetry. James Weldon Johnson. Down by the Carib Sea. 3. Teestay. Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон.
James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон) Down by the Carib Sea. 3. Teestay Of tropic sensations, the worst Is, sin duda, the tropical thirst. When it starts in your throat and constantly grows, Till you feel that it reaches down to your toes, When your mouth tastes […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. How Many. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) How Many Resting her curly head on my knee, And slipping her small hand into mine, My baby girl asks how many there’ll be On Christmas day when we dine. Though I’ve told her before, and she knows very well, “There’ll […]
English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Cradle Song. Эдит Матильда Томас.
Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас) Cradle Song For One Born at Christmas Happy thou, a winter comer, Happier with the snows around thee Than if rosy-fingered summer In thy cradle-nest had crowned thee. Tender is the night, and holy: Little clouds, like cherub faces, Up […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Sprays of Shamrock. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Sprays of Shamrock Just a few songs of her, Not of the wrongs of her Many and bitter and long though they be,– Songs of the hills of her, Songs of the rills of her, Ireland, set like a gem in the sea! […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Ternissa! You Are Fled!. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Ternissa! you are fled! I say not to the dead, But to the happy ones who rest below: For, surely, surely, where Your voice and graces are, Nothing of death can any feel or know. Girls who delight to […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * With rosy hand a little girl prest down A boss of fresh-cull’d cowslips in a rill: Often as they sprang up again, a frown Show’d she disliked resistance to her will: But when they droopt their heads and shone […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Ah What Avails the Sceptred Race. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) * * * Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs […]
English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Fiesole Idyl. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.
Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор) Fiesole Idyl Here, where precipitate Spring, with one light bound Into hot Summer’s lusty arms, expires, And where go forth at morn, at eve, at night, Soft airs that want the lute to play with ’em, And softer sighs that know not […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Doorstep. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Doorstep The conference-meeting through at last, We boys around the vestry waited To see the girls come tripping past Like snow-birds willing to be mated. Not braver he that leaps the wall By level-musket flashes litten, Than I, that stepped […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. The Diamond Wedding. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) The Diamond Wedding O Love! Love! Love! what times were those, Long ere the age of belles and beaux And Brussels lace and silken hose, When, in the green Arcadian close, You married Psyche, under the rose, With only the grass for […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. The Loom of Dreams. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) The Loom of Dreams I broider the world upon a loom, I broider with dreams my tapestry; Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me. I broider my life into […]
English Poetry. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Israel Freyer’s Bid for Gold. Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман.
Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман) Israel Freyer’s Bid for Gold Friday, September 24, 1869 Zounds! how the price went flashing through Wall street, William, Broad street, New! All the specie in all the land Held in one Ring by a giant hand— For millions more it […]
English Poetry. Margaret Chalmers. Verses: In Humble Imitation of Burns. Маргарет Чалмерс.
Margaret Chalmers (Маргарет Чалмерс) Verses: In Humble Imitation of Burns WHAT will this warld come to belyve! The rhyming trade does briskly thrive It wad appear; They’re ane tane’t now, ye sanna guess, In seven year. No as lang syne, whan now and then, The tunefu’ lasses lent […]
English Poetry. Margaret Chalmers. Address to the Evening Star. Маргарет Чалмерс.
Margaret Chalmers (Маргарет Чалмерс) Address to the Evening Star THOU brightest queen of myriads bright, Again thy lustre dost renew! Again thou gild’st the brow of night, And thee again I’m spar’d to view. What numbers have resign’d their breath, And wing’d from earth their mystic way! How […]
English Poetry. Margaret Chalmers. The Rose of the Rock. Маргарет Чалмерс.
Margaret Chalmers (Маргарет Чалмерс) The Rose of the Rock Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. –GRAY. “THE summer blooms, let us a while exchange “Lerwegian scenes for rural, calm delights: “Come, let us skim the […]
English Poetry. Margaret Chalmers. The Author’s Address to the Critics. Маргарет Чалмерс.
Margaret Chalmers (Маргарет Чалмерс) The Author’s Address to the Critics Oh! do not break the Thulian lyre’s rude strings; Nor clip the Pegasean poney’s wings. MUCH honour’d Gentlemen,–Allow Your suppliant a word or two In self defence; Though, to the meed of learning, she Makes slight pretence. […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Schoolfellow. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Schoolfellow Our game was his but yesteryear; We wished him back; we could not know The self-same hour we missed him here He led the line that broke the foe. Blood-red behind our guarded posts Sank as of old and dying day; […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Grenadier’s Good-Bye. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Grenadier’s Good-Bye “When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were, ‘Forward, Grenadiers!'”—-Press Telegram. Here they halted, here once more Hand from hand was rent; Here his voice above the roar Rang, and on they went. Yonder out of sight they […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Only Son. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Only Son O Bitter wind toward the sunset blowing, What of the dales to-night? In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing, What ring of festal light? “In the great window as the day was dwindling I saw an old man […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Volunteer. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Volunteer “He leapt to arms unbidden, Unneeded, over-bold; His face by earth is hidden, His heart in earth is cold. “Curse on the reckless daring That could not wait the call, The proud fantastic bearing That would be first to fall!” […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Waggon Hill. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Waggon Hill Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling, Treading his dear Revenge’s deck, Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling, Galleons drifting wreck by wreck. “Fetter and Faith for England’s neck, Faggot and Father, Saint and chain,—- Yonder the Devil and all go […]
English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Javanese Dancers. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).
Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Javanese Dancers Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums, Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting: And now the stealthy dancer comes Undulantly with cat-like steps that cling; Smiling between her painted lids a smile, Motionless, unintelligible, she twines Her fingers into mazy […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Sailing of the Long-Ships. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Sailing of the Long-Ships (October, 1899) They saw the cables loosened, they saw the gangways cleared, They heard the women weeping, they heard the men that cheered; Far off, far off, the tumult faded and died away, And all alone the sea-wind […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Wêland and the Swan-Girls. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Wêland and the Swan-Girls Three white swans flew in the sky (Are you heeding, Wêland-Smith?) Three white swans flew in the sky Till they did a blue lake spy, Then the three to earth did fly And they laid their plumage by. (Are you […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Maid’s Idyll. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Maid’s Idyll I. Night was warm and still, Moon a dusky red, Crickets chirped all up the hill, And I wished me dead. “For what use alive to be And never live?” I said, Lifting arms to let free The plaits […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Earth and the World. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Earth and the World Skies that smile and slumber overspread with peace, Quiet shores divinely hushed by kissing seas, Corn-meads like the Mother’s breast swelling and at ease, All these hold me, fold me, that was not born of these. I was born […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. A Song. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) A Song It means so little to you To sing a note as you pass, To smile your thanks to the day For donning its cloudless blue And then to go your way, And leave behind in the grass The print of your little […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Underworld. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Underworld Here lie I in the underworld of trees, Over my head I have a wave of leaves Through whose loose shimmering weave of mysteries The rays of heaven come in yellow sheaves Till every leaf is like an amber lamp Lit at […]
English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Morning-Vision. Элинор Фарджон.
Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Morning-Vision A sea that shimmers on the brink of light, Emerging over shadow-boundaries Silverly on a sleeping silver shore: Phantom-land still, still silent mystery, Strewn with wan visions of the fading moon, Whereon the wave that wakens barely breathes. Which gathering soon its […]
English Poetry. Frederick William Faber. First Love. Фредерик Уильям Фабер.
Frederick William Faber (Фредерик Уильям Фабер) First Love I have been long without a home, And yearned too much for one; And scanty are the deeds of faith My lonely heart hath done: For many a night my weary bed Hath felt the weak tears run. Cold armour […]
English Poetry. Frederick William Faber. The Will of God. Фредерик Уильям Фабер.
Frederick William Faber (Фредерик Уильям Фабер) The Will of God I worship thee, sweet will of God! And all thy ways adore; And every day I live, I seem To love thee more and more. Thou wert the end, the blessed rule Of our Saviour’s toils and […]
English Poetry. Frederick William Faber. Jesus, Gentlest Savior. Фредерик Уильям Фабер.
Frederick William Faber (Фредерик Уильям Фабер) * * * Jesus, gentlest Savior, God of might and power, thou thyself art dwelling in us at this hour. Nature cannot hold thee, heaven is all too strait for thine endless glory and thy royal state. Out beyond the […]
English Poetry. Walter Scott. Saint Cloud. Вальтер Скотт.
Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Saint Cloud Soft spread the southern sumer night Her veil of darksome blue; Ten thousand stars combined to light The terrace of Saint Cloud. The evening breezes gently sigh’d, Like breath of lover true, Bewailing the deserted pride And wreck of sweet Saint […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. A Hundred Thousand Million Mites We Go. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) * * * A hundred thousand million mites we go Wheeling and tacking o’er the eternal plain, Some black with death—and some are white with woe. Who sent us forth? Who takes us home again? And there is sound of hymns of […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Deus Loquitur. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) Deus Loquitur That’s what I am: a thing of no desire, With no path to discover and no plea To offer up, so be my altar fire May burn before the hearth continuously, To be For wayward men a steadfast light to see. […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Whom Therefore We Ignorantly Worship. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) Whom Therefore We Ignorantly Worship These things are silent. Though it may be told Of luminous deeds that lighten land and sea, Strong sounding actions with broad minstrelsy Of praise, strange hazards and adventures bold, We hold to the old things that grow […]
English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. If I Have Suffered Pain. Чарльз Сорли.
Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) * * * If I have suffered pain It is because I would. I willed it. ‘Tis no good To murmur or complain. I have not served the law That keeps the earth so fair And gives her clothes to wear, Raiment of […]