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English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. We Say We Shall Not Meet. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) * * * We say we shall not meet Again beneath this sky, And turn with leaden feet, Murmuring ‘Good-bye!’ But laugh at how we rued Our former time’s adieu When those who went for good Are met anew. We talk […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Belle’s Soliloquy. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Belle’s Soliloquy Heigh ho! well, the season’s over! Once again we’ve come to Lent! Programme’s changed from balls and parties– Now we’re ordered to repent. Forty days of self-denial! Tell you what I think it pays– Know’t’l freshen my complexion Going slow […]

English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Belief. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Belief The pain we have to suffer seems so broad, Set side-by-side with this life’s narrow span, We need no greater evidence that God Has some diviner destiny for man. He would not deem it worth His while to send Such crushing […]

English Poetry. Stephen Duck. To the Author of a Poem on the Duke of Lorrain’s Arrival at the British Court. Стивен Дак.

Stephen Duck (Стивен Дак) To the Author of a Poem on the Duke of Lorrain’s Arrival at the British Court IS DENHAM’s nervous Muse reviv’d again, To hail the Regal Visit of LORRAIN? Or is it POPE’s harmonious Voice we hear, Or whose majestic Numbers charm our Ear? […]

English Poetry. Henry Austin Dobson. The Paradox of Time. Генри Остин Добсон.

Henry Austin Dobson (Генри Остин Добсон) The Paradox of Time Time goes, you say? Ah no! Alas, Time stays, we go; Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours, For Youth were always ours? Time goes, you say?-ah no! Ours is the eyes’ […]

English Poetry. Stephen Duck. On the Marriage of His Serene Highness the Prince of Orange. Стивен Дак.

Stephen Duck (Стивен Дак) On the Marriage of His Serene Highness the Prince of Orange ILLUSTRIOUS Prince! forgive the feeble Lay, That now aspires to hail your Nuptial Day; Nor scorn a Muse, the meanest of the Nine, Who brings her humble Off’ring to your Shrine. And you, […]

English Poetry. Stephen Duck. Gratitude. Стивен Дак.

Stephen Duck (Стивен Дак) Gratitude A PASTORAL. MENALCAS, COLIN. MENALCAS. FRiend COLIN! well o’ertook. I have of late Observ’d thy chearful Mien, and airy Gait: Say, what auspicious Change, since t’other Day, When by thy lonely Cot I took my Way? Sorrow and Sadness then […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 44. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 44 Buds of roses, virgin flowers, Cull’d from Cupid’s balmy bowers, In the bowl of Bacchus steep, Till with crimson drops they weep. Twine the rose, the garland twine, Every leaf distilling wine; Drink and smile, and learn […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 36. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 36 If hoarded gold possess’d the power To lengthen life’s too fleeting hour, And purchase from the hand of death A little span, a moment’s breath, How would I love the precious ore! And every hour should swell […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 14. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 14 Count me, on the summer trees, Every leaf that courts the breeze, Count me, on the foamy deep, Every wave that sinks to sleep; Then, when you have number’d these Billowy tides and leafy trees, Count me […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 5. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 5 Sculptor, wouldst thou glad my soul, Grave for me an ample bowl, Worthy to shine in hall or bower, When spring-time brings the reveller’s hour. Grave it with themes of chaste design, Fit for a simple board […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 29. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 29 Yes–loving is a painful thrill, And not to love more painful still But oh, it is the worst of pain, To love and not be loved again! Affection now has fled from earth, Nor fire of genius, […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 70. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 70 A broken cake, with honey sweet, Is all my spare and simple treat: And while a generous bowl I crown To float my little banquet down, I take the soft, the amorous lyre, And sing of love’s […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 48. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 48 When my thirsty soul I steep, Every sorrow’s lulled to sleep. Talk of monarchs! I am then Richest, happiest, first of men; Careless o’er my cup I sing, Fancy makes me more than king; Gives me wealthy […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 11. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 11 “Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee, What in purchase shall I pay thee For this little waxen toy, Image of the Paphian boy?” Thus I said, the other day, To a youth who past my way: […]

English Poetry. Mark Akenside. Hymn to Science. Марк Эйкенсайд.

Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) Hymn to Science Science! thou fair effusive ray From the great source of mental day, Free, generous, and refin’d! Descend with all thy treasures fraught, Illumine each bewilder’d thought, And bless my lab’ring mind. But first with thy resistless light, Disperse those phantoms […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 58. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 58 When Gold, as fleet as zephyr’s’ pinion, Escapes like any faithless minion, And flies me (as he flies me ever), Do I pursue him? never, never! No, let the false deserter go, For who would court his […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 74. Томас Мур.

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 74 Monarch Love, resistless boy, With whom the rosy Queen of Joy, And nymphs, whose eyes have Heaven’s hue, Disporting tread the mountain-dew; Propitious, oh! receive my sighs, Which, glowing with entreaty, rise That thou wilt whisper to […]

English Poetry. Thomas Moore. Thou Art, Oh God (From “Sacred Songs”). Томас Мур. Из цикла «Духовные песни». Тебя мы славим

Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) Thou Art, Oh God (From “Sacred Songs”) “The day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun. Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter.” – Psalm lxxiv. 16, […]

English Poetry. Florence Earle Coates. Longing. Флоренс Эрл Коутс.

Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс) Longing The lilacs blossom at the door, ⁠⁠ The early rose Whispers a promise to her buds, ⁠⁠ And they unclose. There is a perfume everywhere, ⁠⁠A breath of song, A sense of some divine return ⁠⁠ For waiting long. […]

English Poetry. Florence Earle Coates. Combatants. Флоренс Эрл Коутс.

Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс) Combatants He seemed to call me, and I shrank dismayed, ⁠ Deeming he threatened all I held most dear; But when at last his summons I obeyed, ⁠ Perplexed and full of fear, I found upon his face no angry frown,— ⁠ […]

English Poetry. Florence Earle Coates. Probation. Флоренс Эрл Коутс.

Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс) Probation Full slow to part with her best gifts is Fate; The choicest fruitage comes not with the spring, But still for summer’s mellowing touch must wait,— For storms and tears, which season’d excellence bring; And Love doth fix his joyfullest estate […]

English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Lines. Фрэнсис Томпсон.

Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Lines To W.M. O tree of many branches! One thou hast Thou barest not, but grafted’st on thee. Now, Should all men’s thunders break on thee, and leave Thee reft of bough and blossom, that one branch Shall cling to thee, my Father, […]

HumaN CoccooN – 6 Часть

??(«-HumaN CoccooN-»)?? ??(«-Человеческий Кокон-»)?? ??(«-6-Я Часть-»)?? ??(«-RassKazancevFilm-»)?? ?Через Какое-То Время Выбегает Мальчик Из Заповедника ?Им Оказался Pepito ?И Мы Вернулись Обратно Домой ?И Вызвали Ему Врача ??Очень Интересная История ??!?Ты Из Меня Дурака Решил Сделать?! ???Ты Случайно Не РассКазанцев? ??Который Находу Прёт Что Попало ???!Какое Же Это Совпадение И Недоразумение!? ??Бумажник Моего Заклятого Врага ??Оказался […]

HumaN CoccooN – 5 Часть

??(«-HumaN CoccooN-»)?? ??(«-Человеческий Кокон-»)?? ??(«-5-Я Часть-»)?? ??(«-RassKazancevFilm-»)?? ??Открывай Дверь Barbadillo ??Это Я Koka ??Зашёл Навестить Тебя ???Чего Сразу Затихли То Там? ???Затухли Что Ли? ??Я Всё Слышу ??Открывай Давай ?Привет Koka ?Ты Нас Напугал ??Да Вы Всё Время Чего-То Боитесь ?Мы Просто Семьёй Обедаем ?Проходи И Присаживайся За Стол ??Будешь Кофе? ??Давай ??Но Я Не […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Surmise. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) Surmise THE TRACK OF A HUMAN MOOD Not wish, nor fear, nor quite expectancy Is that vague spirit Surmise, That wanderer, that wonderer, whom we see Within each other’s eyes; And yet not often. For she flits away, Fitful as infant thought, […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. A Comparison in a Seaside Field. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) A Comparison in a Seaside Field ‘Tis royal and authentic June Over this poor soil blossoming; Here lies, beneath an upright noon, Thin nation for so wild a king. Far off, the noble Summer rules, Violent in the ardent rose, His sun alight […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. To the Mother of Christ the Son of Man. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) To the Mother of Christ the Son of Man We too (one cried), we too, We the unready, the perplexed, the cold, Must shape the Eternal in our thoughts anew, Cherish, possess, enfold. Thou sweetly, we in strife. It is our passion to […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. “Rivers Unknown to Song”. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) “Rivers Unknown to Song” James Thomson Wide waters in the waste; or, out of reach, Rough Alpine falls where late a glacier hung; Or rivers groping for the alien beach, Through continents, unsung. Nay, not these nameless, these remote, alone; But all […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. The English Metres. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The English Metres The rooted liberty of flowers in breeze Is theirs, by national luck impulsive, terse, Tethered, uncaptured, rules obeyed “at ease,” Time-strengthened laws of verse. Or they are like our seasons that admit Inflexion, not infraction: Autumn hoar, Winter more tender […]

English Poetry. William Barnes. Mater Dolorosa. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Mater Dolorosa I’D a dream to-night As I fell asleep, O! the touching sight Makes me still to weep: Of my little lad, Gone to leave me sad, Ay, the child I had, But was not to keep. As in heaven high, I […]

English Poetry. Alice Meynell. To Silence. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) To Silence “SPACE, THE BOUND OF A SOLID”: SILENCE, THEN, THE FORM OF A MELODY Silence, for thine idleness I raise My silence-bounded singing in thy praise, But for thy moulding of my Mozart’s tune, Thy hold upon the bird that sings the […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. That Kiss in the Dark. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) That Kiss in the Dark Recall it you? – Say you do! – When you went out into the night, In an impatience that would not wait, From that lone house in the woodland spot, And when I, thinking you had gone For […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Standing by the Mantelpiece. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Standing by the Mantelpiece (H.M.M., 1873) This candle-wax is shaping to a shroud To-night. (They call it that, as you may know) – By touching it the claimant is avowed, And hence I press it with my finger – so. To-night. […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. He Never Expected Much. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) He Never Expected Much [or] A Consideration [A reflection] on My Eighty-Sixth Birthday Well, World, you have kept faith with me, Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to be Much as you said you were. Since as a […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Song to Aurore. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Song to Aurore We’ll not begin again to love, It only leads to pain; The fire we now are master of Has seared us not in vain. Any new step of yours I’m fain To hear of from afar, And even in such […]

English Poetry. Thomas Hardy. Seeing the Moon Rise. Томас Гарди (Харди).

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Seeing the Moon Rise We used to go to Froom-hill Barrow To see the round moon rise Into the heath-rimmed skies, Trudging thither by plough and harrow Up the pathway, steep and narrow, Singing a song. Now we do not go there. Why? […]