English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27 We read the flying courser’s name Upon his side, in marks of flame; And, by their turbaned brows alone, The warriors of the East are known. But in the lover’s glowing eyes, The inlet to his bosom […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 72. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 72 Fare thee well, perfidious maid, My soul, too long on earth delayed, Delayed, perfidious girl, by thee, Is on the wing for liberty. I fly to seek a kindlier sphere, Since thou hast ceased to love me […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 55. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 55 While we invoke the wreathed spring, Resplendent rose! to thee we’ll sing; Resplendent rose, the flower of flowers, Whose breath perfumes the Olympian bowers; Whose virgin blush, of chastened dye, Enchants so much our mortal eye. When […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 8. Томас Мур. 8-я анакреонтическая ода
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 8 I care not for the idle state Of Persia’s king, the rich, the great. I envy not the monarch’s throne, Nor wish the treasured gold my own But oh! be mine the rosy wreath, Its freshness o’er […]
English Poetry. Isaac Rosenberg. August 1914. Айзек Розенберг.
Isaac Rosenberg (Айзек Розенберг) August 1914 What in our lives is burnt In the fire of this? The heart’s dear granary? The much we shall miss? Three lives hath one life – Iron, honey, gold. The gold, the honey gone – Left is the hard and cold. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. Song (Mary, I believed thee true). Томас Мур. Песня («Тебе я верил, как судьбе…»)
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) Song (Mary, I believed thee true) Mary, I believed thee true, And I was blest in thus believing But now I mourn that e’er I knew A girl so fair and so deceiving. Fare thee well! Few have ever loved like me, – […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. Bird Music. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) Bird Music Singer of priceless melody, Underguerdoned chorister of air, Who from the lithe top of the tree Pourest at will thy music rare, As if a sudden brook laughed down the hill-side there. The purple-blossomed fields of grass, Waved sea-like […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. A Complaint. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) A Complaint A hot noon filled the Autumn sky So still, the pines forgot to sigh, But breathed out odors graciously Along the slumbering air: Sweet scents of harvest-gathered grain, And heavy fruit that wasps profane, With dead leaves drying on the […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. Prayer. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) Prayer Oh, Love divine, ineffable! Help the weak heart that strays from thee! And battling with the hosts of hell, Doubts or despairs of victory: For Thou hast died upon the tree, Thine anguish poured in bloody sweat, And can thy yearning […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. The River. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) The River The river flows and flows away, A lonely stream through forests gray, No rippled rapids o’er it play; Forever and forever. As silent as a winter’s night, With purple heavens all alight, And planets shining strangely bright; So quiet is […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. Nemesis. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) Nemesis With eager steps I go Across the valleys low, Where in deep brakes the writhing serpents hiss. Above, below, around, I hear the dreadful sound Of thy calm breath, eternal Nemesis! Over the mountains high, Where silent snow-drifts lie, And […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. Daisies. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) Daisies Fair and peaceful daisies, Smiling in the grass, Who hath sung your praises? Poets by you pass, And I alone am left to celebrate your mass. In the summer morning, Through the fields ye shine, Joyfully adorning Earth with grace […]
English Poetry. John Oldham. A Dithyrambic. Джон Олдем.
John Oldham (Джон Олдем) A Dithyrambic A DRUNKARD’S SPEECH IN A MASK. 1 ‘Ονκ ἐστἱ Διθύραμζος ῧν ῦδωρ πίνη. I YES, you are mighty wise, I warrant, mighty wise! With all your godly tricks and artifice, Who think to chouse me of my dear and […]
English Poetry. John Oldham. Promising a Visit. Джон Олдем.
John Oldham (Джон Олдем) Promising a Visit SOONER may art, and easier far, divide The soft embracing waters of the tide, Which with united friendship still rejoin, Than part my eyes, my arms, or lips from thine: Sooner it may time’s headlong motion force, In which it marches […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 68. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 68 Now Neptune’s month our sky deforms, The angry night-cloud teems with storms; And savage winds, infuriate driven, Fly howling in the face of heaven! Now, now, my friends, the gathering gloom With roseate rays of wine illume: […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. Speak of the North! A Lonely Moor. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) * * * Speak of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and tractless swells, The waves of some wild streamlet pour Hurriedly through its ferny dells. Profoundly still the twilight air, Lifeless the landscape; so we deem Till like a phantom […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 23. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 23 I often wish this languid lyre, This warbler of my soul’s desire, Could raise the breath of song sublime, To men of fame, in former time. But when the soaring theme I try, Along the chords my […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To a Child Heard Repeating Her Mother’s Verses. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) To a Child Heard Repeating Her Mother’s Verses As a nymph’s carven head sweet water drips, For others oozing so the cool delight Which cannot steep her stiffened mouth of stone– Thy nescient lips repeat maternal strains. Memnonian lips! Smitten with singing from thy […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. The Child-Woman. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) The Child-Woman O thou most dear! Who art thy sex’s complex harmony God-set more facilely; To thee may love draw near Without one blame or fear, Unchidden save by his humility: Thou Perseus’ Shield! wherein I view secure The mirrored Woman’s fateful-fair allure! Whom […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. The Mirage. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) The Mirage As an Arab journeyeth Through a sand of Ayaman, Lean Thirst, lolling its cracked tongue, Lagging by his side along; And a rusty-wingèd Death Grating its low flight before, Casting ribbèd shadows o’er The blank desert, blank and tan: He lifts by […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. The Omen. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) The Omen Yet is there more, whereat none guesseth, love! Upon the ending of my deadly night (Whereof thou hast not the surmise, and slight Is all that any mortal knows thereof), Thou wert to me that earnest of day’s light, When, like the […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Poet and Anchorite. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Poet and Anchorite Love and love’s beauty only hold their revels In life’s familiar, penetrable levels: What of its ocean-floor? I dwell there evermore. From almost earliest youth I raised the lids o’ the truth, And forced her bend on me her shrinking sight; […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Child’s Kiss. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Child’s Kiss Where its umbrage1 was enrooted, Sat, white-suited, Sat, green-amiced and bare-footed, Spring, amid her minstrelsy; There she sat amid her ladies, Where the shade is Sheen as Enna mead ere Hades’ Gloom fell thwart Persephone. Dewy buds were interstrown Through her […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 48. Love and the Novice. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 48. Love and the Novice “HERE we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o’er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowers To heaven in mingled odour ascend. Do not disturb our calm, oh Love! So […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 9. Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 9. Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See THOUGH the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 13. St. Senanus and the Lady. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 13. St. Senanus and the Lady St. Senanus “ON! haste, and leave this sacred isle, Unholy bark, ere morning smile; For on thy deck, though dark it be, A female form I see; And I have sworn this sainted sod Shall […]
English Poetry. Abraham Cowley. A Supplication. Абрахам Каули.
Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) A Supplication Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master’s humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: Though so exalted she And I so lowly be Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark, how […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 12. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 12 They tell how Atys, wild with love, Roams the mount and haunted grove; Cvbele’s name he howls around, The gloomy blast returns the sound! Oft too, by Claros’ hallowed spring, The votaries of the laurelled king Quaff […]
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English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 78. Томас Мур. 78-я анакреонтическая ода
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 78 When Cupid sees how thickly now, The snows of Time fall o’er my brow, Upon his wing of golden light. He passes with an eaglet’s flight, And flitting onward seems to say, “Fare thee well, thou’st had […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From Life without Freedom. Томас Мур. За Свободу!
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From Life without Freedom From life without freedom, say, who would not fly? For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die? Hark! – hark! ’tis the trumpet! the call of the brave, The death-song of tyrants, the dirge of the slave. Our […]
English Poetry. John Dyer. Written at St. Peter’s. Джон Дайер.
John Dyer (Джон Дайер) Written at St. Peter’s O GRACIOUS Lord, forgive us; we are all, All of us, sinners vile; But these, who build Greatness upon their brethren’s miseries; Who scorn to make Thy meek and patient life The pattern of their doings; yet put on A […]
English Poetry. John Dyer. The English Fog. Джон Дайер.
John Dyer (Джон Дайер) The English Fog How erring oft the judgment in its hate Or fond desire! Those slow-descending showers, Those hovering fogs, that bathe our growing vales In deep November (loathed by trifling Gaul, Effeminate), are gifts the Pleiads shed, Britannia’s handmaids. As the beverage falls, […]
English Poetry. John Dyer. Bedford Level. Джон Дайер.
John Dyer (Джон Дайер) Bedford Level Yet much may be performed, to check the force Of nature’s rigour: the high heath, by trees Warm-sheltered, may despise the rage of storms: Moors, bogs, and weeping fens, may learn to smile, And leave in dykes their soon-forgotten tears. Labour and […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes ERIN! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies, Shining through sorrow’s stream, Saddening through pleasure’s beam, Thy suns with doubtful gleam, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 90. The Fortune-Teller. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 90. The Fortune-Teller DOWN in the valley come meet me to-night, And I’ll tell you your fortune truly As ever ’twas told, by the new-moon’s light, To a young maiden, shining as newly. But, for the world, let no one […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 96. Shall the Harp Then Be Silent. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 96. Shall the Harp Then Be Silent SHALL the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes? Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave Where the first […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 108. Sing — Sing — Music Was Given. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 108. Sing — Sing — Music Was Given SING — sing — Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in heaven, By harmony’s laws alone are kept moving. Beauty may boast of her […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. Evening Solace. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) Evening Solace THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in gay confusion, And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in […]