English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 25. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 25 Once in each revolving year, Gentle bird! we find thee here. When Nature wears her summer-vest, Thou comest to weave thy simple nest; But when the chilling winter lowers, Again thou seek’st the genial bowers Of Memphis, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 9. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 9 I pray thee, by the gods above, Give me the mighty bowl I love, And let me sing, in wild delight, „I will — I will be mad to-night!” Alcmæon once, as legends tell, Was frenzied by […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 3. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 3 Listen to the Muse’s lyre, Master of the pencil’s fire! Sketch’d in painting’s bold display, Many a city first portray; Many a city, revelling free, Full of loose festivity. Picture then a rosy train, Bacchants straying o’er […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 3. Interlude. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 3. Interlude As melting snow leaves bare the mountain-side In spaces that grow wider and more wide, So melted from the sky the cloudy veil That hid the face of sunrise. Land and ledge And waste of glittering waters […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Sufi in the City. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Sufi in the City I. When late I watched the arrows of the sleet Against the windows of the Tavern beat, I heard a Rose that murmured from her Pot: “Why trudge thy fellows yonder in the Street? II. “Before […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Viking’s Song. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Viking’s Song When I thy lover first Shook out my canvas free And like a pirate burst Into that dreaming sea, The land knew no such thirst As then tormented me. Now when at eve returned I near that shore divine, Where […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Last Word. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Last Word Before the April night was late A rider came to the castle gate; A rider breathing human breath, But the words he spoke were the words of Death. “Greet you well from the King our lord, He marches hot for […]
English Poetry. Abraham Cowley. Hymn To Light. Абрахам Каули.
Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) Hymn To Light First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come From the old Negro’s darksome womb! Which, when it saw the lovely child, The melancholy mass put on kind looks and smiled, Thou tide of glory which no rest dost know, But […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Balade. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Balade I cannot tell, of twain beneath this bond, Which one in grief the other goes beyond,— Narcissus, who to end the pain he bore Died of the love that could not help him more; Or I, that pine because I cannot see The […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. When I Remember. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) When I Remember When I remember that the day will come For this our love to quit his land of birth, And bid farewell to all the ways of earth With lips that must for evermore be dumb, Then creep I silent from […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. From Generation to Generation. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) From Generation to Generation O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending Between a gravestone and a cradle’s head— Between the love whose name is loss unending And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread,— Thou too shalt groan at heart […]
English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. In July. Генри Ньюболт.
Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) In July His beauty bore no token, No sign our gladness shook; With tender strength unbroken The hand of Life he took: But the summer flowers were falling, Falling and fading away, And mother birds were calling, Crying and calling For their loves that […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Fitte the First. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Fitte the First The pup was of as noble mien As e’er you gazed upon; They called his mother Lady And his father was a Don. And both his mother and his sire Were of the race Bernard— The family famed in histories […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Ballad of the Taylor Pup. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Ballad of the Taylor Pup Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and hark Unto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park. Of all the wonders happening there The strangest hap befell Upon a famous Aprile morn, As […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. In Praise of Contentment. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) In Praise of Contentment (HORACE’S ODES, III, I) I hate the common, vulgar herd! Away they scamper when I “booh” ’em! But pretty girls and nice young men Observe a proper silence when I chose to sing my lyrics to ’em. The […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. The Broken Ring. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Broken Ring To the willows of the brookside The mill wheel sings to-day— Sings and weeps, As the brooklet creeps Wondering on its way; And here is the ring she gave me With love’s sweet promise then— It hath burst apart Like the […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Old Spanish Song. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Old Spanish Song I’m thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heart When he—he came pursuing A love unused to art. Into the drowsy river The moon transported flung Her soul that seemed to quiver With the songs my lover sung. And the […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 18. When You Wake in Your Crib. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 18. When You Wake in Your Crib I. M. MARGARET EMMA HENLEY (1888–1894) When you wake in your crib, You, an inch of experience— Vaulted about With the wonder of darkness; Wailing and striving To reach from your […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. The Missionary. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) The Missionary LOUGH, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean’s wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever English ties; Bear me to climes remote and strange, Where altered life, fast-following change, Hot action, never-ceasing toil, Shall stir, turn, dig, […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. Songs of a Savoyard. The Modern Major-General. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) Songs of a Savoyard. The Modern Major-General I am the very pattern of a modern Major-Gineral, I’ve information vegetable, animal, and mineral; I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical, From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical; I’m […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. Songs of a Savoyard. The Fairy Queen’s Song. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) Songs of a Savoyard. The Fairy Queen’s Song Oh, foolish fay, Think you because Man’s brave array My bosom thaws I’d disobey Our fairy laws? Because I fly In realms above, In tendency To fall in love Resemble I The amorous dove? […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 2. Interlude. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 2. Interlude The cloud was thick that hid the sun from sight And over all a shadowy roof outspread, Making the day dim with another night— Not dark like that which past, but O, more dread For the clear […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 2. 1. Words without Song. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 2. 1. Words without Song There was a field green and fragrant with grass and flowers, and flooded with sunlight, and the air above it throbbed with the songs of birds. It was yet morning when a […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 1. Interlude. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 1. Interlude The sun rose swift and sent a golden gleam Across the moving waters to the land; Then for a little while it seemed to stand In a clear place, midway ‘twixt sea and cloud; Whence rising swift […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Prelude. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Prelude The night was dark, tho’ sometimes a faint star A little while a little space made bright. Dark was the night and like an iron bar Lay heavy on the land—till o’er the sea Slowly, within the East, […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 1. 2. Sonnet (I like her gentle hand that sometimes strays). Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 1. 2. Sonnet (I like her gentle hand that sometimes strays) (AFTER THE ITALIAN) I like her gentle hand that sometimes strays, To find the place, through the same book with mine; I like her […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty” He knows not the path of duty Who says that the way is sweet; But he who is blind to the beauty, And finds but thorns for his […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 16. “Love Is Not Bond to Any Man”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 16. “Love Is Not Bond to Any Man” Love is not bond to any man, Nor slave of woman, howso fair. Love knows no architect nor plan, She is a lawless wanderer, She hath […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 15. “O, Love Is Not a Summer Mood”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 15. “O, Love Is Not a Summer Mood” O, love is not a summer mood, Nor flying phantom of the brain, Nor youthful fever of the blood, Nor dream, nor fate, nor circumstance. Love is not […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. Preference. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) Preference NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love thee, Wert thou prince, and I a slave. These, then, are thine oaths of passion? This, thy tenderness for me? Judged, even, by […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence) Anthea, I am going hence With some small stock of innocence; But yet those blessed gates I see Withstanding entrance unto me; To pray for me do thou begin;— The porter then will let me in. […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. His Mistress to Him at His Farewell. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) His Mistress to Him at His Farewell You may vow I’ll not forget To pay the debt Which to thy memory stands as due As faith can seal it you. —Take then tribute of my tears; So long as I have fears To […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Wounded Heart. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Wounded Heart Come, bring your sampler, and with art Draw in’t a wounded heart, And dropping here and there; Not that I think that any dart Can make your’s bleed a tear, Or pierce it any where; Yet do it to this […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Upon the Loss of His Mistresses. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Upon the Loss of His Mistresses I have lost, and lately, these Many dainty mistresses:— Stately Julia, prime of all; Sapho next, a principal: Smooth Anthea, for a skin White, and heaven-like crystalline: Sweet Electra, and the choice Myrha, for the lute and […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Dianeme (Dear, though to part it be a hell). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Dianeme (Dear, though to part it be a hell) Dear, though to part it be a hell, Yet, Dianeme, now farewell! Thy frown last night did bid me go, But whither, only grief does know. I do beseech thee, ere we part, […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Dianeme (Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Dianeme (Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes) Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes, Which, star-like, sparkle in their skies; Nor be you proud, that you can see All hearts your captives, yours, yet free; Be you not proud […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Of Love. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Of Love How Love came in, I do not know, Whether by th’eye, or ear, or no; Or whether with the soul it came, At first, infused with the same; Whether in part ’tis here or there, Or, like the soul, whole every […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Sapho. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Sapho Sapho, I will chuse to go Where the northern winds do blow Endless ice, and endless snow; Rather than I once would see But a winter’s face in thee,— To benumb my hopes and me. Robert Herrick’s other poems: A Paranaeticall, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 46. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 46 Behold, the young, the rosy Spring, Gives to the breeze her scented wing; While virgin Graces, warm with May, Fling roses o’er her dewy way. The murmuring billows of the deep Have languish’d into silent sleep; And […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 41. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 41 When Spring adorns the dewy scene, How sweet to walk the velvet green, And hear the west wind’s gentle sighs, As o’er the scented mead it flies! How sweet to mark the pouting vine, Ready to burst […]