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, […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Epilogue to the Poet’s Sitter. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Epilogue to the Poet’s Sitter Wherein he excuseth himself for the Manner of the Portrait Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem) My figured descant hides the simple theme: Or, in another wise reproving, say I ill observe thine own high […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Epilogue to the Poet’s Sitter. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Epilogue to the Poet’s Sitter Wherein he excuseth himself for the Manner of the Portrait Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem) My figured descant hides the simple theme: Or, in another wise reproving, say I ill observe thine own high […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Foretelling of the Child’s Husband. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Foretelling of the Child’s Husband But on a day whereof I think, One shall dip his hand to drink In that still water of thy soul, And its imaged tremors race Over thy joy-troubled face, As the intervolved reflections roll From a shaken […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Foretelling of the Child’s Husband. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Foretelling of the Child’s Husband But on a day whereof I think, One shall dip his hand to drink In that still water of thy soul, And its imaged tremors race Over thy joy-troubled face, As the intervolved reflections roll From a shaken […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. To Winter (Come, O thou conqueror of the flying year). Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) To Winter (Come, O thou conqueror of the flying year) Come, O thou conqueror of the flying year; Come from thy fastness of the Arctic suns; Mass on the purple waste and wide frontier Thy wanish hosts and silver clarions. Then […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. To Winter (Come, O thou conqueror of the flying year). Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) To Winter (Come, O thou conqueror of the flying year) Come, O thou conqueror of the flying year; Come from thy fastness of the Arctic suns; Mass on the purple waste and wide frontier Thy wanish hosts and silver clarions. Then […]
English Poetry. Margaret Cavendish. What is Liquid?. Маргарет Кавендиш.
Margaret Cavendish (Маргарет Кавендиш) What is Liquid? All that doth flow we cannot liquid name Or else would fire and water be the same; But that is liquid which is moist and wet Fire that property can never get. Then ’tis not cold that doth the fire put […]
English Poetry. Margaret Cavendish. What is Liquid?. Маргарет Кавендиш.
Margaret Cavendish (Маргарет Кавендиш) What is Liquid? All that doth flow we cannot liquid name Or else would fire and water be the same; But that is liquid which is moist and wet Fire that property can never get. Then ’tis not cold that doth the fire put […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 93. So shall I live, supposing thou art true. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 93. Что ж, буду жить, приемля как условье
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 93. So shall I live, supposing thou art true So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband, so love’s face, May still seem love to me, though altered new: Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place. For […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 93. So shall I live, supposing thou art true. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 93. Что ж, буду жить, приемля как условье
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 93. So shall I live, supposing thou art true So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband, so love’s face, May still seem love to me, though altered new: Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place. For […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. November. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) November Above the lifeless pools the mist films swim, On the lowlands where sedges chaff and nod; The withered fringes of the golden-rod Hang frayed and formless at the quarry’s rim. Filled with the wine of sunset to the brim, These limestone […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. November. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) November Above the lifeless pools the mist films swim, On the lowlands where sedges chaff and nod; The withered fringes of the golden-rod Hang frayed and formless at the quarry’s rim. Filled with the wine of sunset to the brim, These limestone […]
English Poetry. Florence Earle Coates. Poetry. Флоренс Эрл Коутс.
Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс) Poetry One spot of green, watered by hidden streams, Makes summer in the desert where it gleams; And mortals, gazing on thy heavenly face, Forget the woes of earth, and share thy dreams! Florence Earle Coates’s other poems: Tennyson Sappho Song […]
English Poetry. Florence Earle Coates. Poetry. Флоренс Эрл Коутс.
Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс) Poetry One spot of green, watered by hidden streams, Makes summer in the desert where it gleams; And mortals, gazing on thy heavenly face, Forget the woes of earth, and share thy dreams! Florence Earle Coates’s other poems: Tennyson Sappho Song […]
English Poetry. Florence Earle Coates. Life. Флоренс Эрл Коутс.
Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс) Life Before we knew thee thou wert with us; ay, In that far time, forgotten and obscure, When, doubtful of ourselves, of naught secure, We feebly uttered first our human cry. We had not murmured hadst thou passed us by, […]
English Poetry. Florence Earle Coates. Life. Флоренс Эрл Коутс.
Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс) Life Before we knew thee thou wert with us; ay, In that far time, forgotten and obscure, When, doubtful of ourselves, of naught secure, We feebly uttered first our human cry. We had not murmured hadst thou passed us by, […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. The Old Clerk. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) The Old Clerk We knew an old Clerk, it was “once on time”, An era to set sober datists despairing; Then let them despair!—Darby sat in a chair Near a cross that takes name from the village of Charing. Though silent and lean, […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. The Old Clerk. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) The Old Clerk We knew an old Clerk, it was “once on time”, An era to set sober datists despairing; Then let them despair!—Darby sat in a chair Near a cross that takes name from the village of Charing. Though silent and lean, […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. O Tempora Mutantur!. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) O Tempora Mutantur! “O cruel Time! O tyrant Time! Whose winter all the streams of rhyme, The flowing waves of Love sublime, In bitter passage freezes. I only see the scrambling goat, The lotos on the water float, While an old shepherd with an […]
English Poetry. Frederick Locker-Lampson. O Tempora Mutantur!. Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон.
Frederick Locker-Lampson (Фредерик Локер-Лэмпсон) O Tempora Mutantur! “O cruel Time! O tyrant Time! Whose winter all the streams of rhyme, The flowing waves of Love sublime, In bitter passage freezes. I only see the scrambling goat, The lotos on the water float, While an old shepherd with an […]