English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 39. Томас Мур. 39-я анакреонтическая ода
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 39 How I love the festive boy, Tripping through the dance of joy! How I love the mellow sage, Smiling through the veil of age! And whene’er this man of years In the dance of joy appears, Snows […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 2. Томас Мур. 2-я анакреонтическая ода
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 2 Give me the harp of epic song, Which Homer’s finger thrilled along; But tear away the sanguine string, For war is not the theme I sing. Proclaim the laws of festal right,[1] I’m monarch of the board […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hood. Ballad (Spring it is cheery). Томас Гуд (Худ).
Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) Ballad (Spring it is cheery) Spring it is cheery, Winter is dreary, Green leaves hang, but the brown must fly; When he’s forsaken, Wither’d and shaken, What can an old man do but die? Love will not clip him, Maids will not […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hood. Hero and Leander. Томас Гуд (Худ).
Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) Hero and Leander TO S. T. COLERIDGE. It is not with a hope my feeble praise Can add one moment’s honor to thy own, That with thy mighty name I grace these lays; I seek to glorify myself alone: For that […]
English Poetry. Thomas Hood. The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies. Томас Гуд (Худ).
Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies The Poem was prefaced by the following letter to Charles Lamb:– “My dear Friend, I thank my literary fortune that I am not reduced like many better wits to barter dedications, for the hope or […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Here and Now. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Here and Now Where is Heaven? Is it not Just a friendly garden plot, Walled with stone and roofed with sun, Where the days pass one by one, Not too fast and not too slow, Looking backward as they go At the beauties left […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Weather of the Soul. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Weather of the Soul There is a world of being We range from pole to pole, Through seasons of the spirit And weather of the soul. It has its new-born Aprils, With gladness in the air, Its golden Junes of rapture, Its winters […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. A Wood-path. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) A Wood-path At evening and at morning By an enchanted way I walk the world in wonder, And have no word to say. It is the path we traversed One twilight, thou and I; Thy beauty all a rapture, My spirit all a […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. Morning in the Hills. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) Morning in the Hills How quiet is the morning in the hills! The stealthy shadows of the summer clouds Trail through the cañon, and the mountain stream Sounds his sonorous music far below In the deep-wooded wind-enchanted cove. Hemlock and aspen, chestnut, beech, […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Cry of the Hillborn. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Cry of the Hillborn I am homesick for the mountains— My heroic mother hills— And the longing that is on me No solace ever stills. I would climb to brooding summits With their old untarnished dreams, Cool my heart in forest shadows […]
English Poetry. Margaret Cavendish. Of Fire and Flame. Маргарет Кавендиш.
Margaret Cavendish (Маргарет Кавендиш) Of Fire and Flame ALthough we at a distance stand; if great The Fire be, the Body through will heat. Yet those sharpe Atomes we do no perceive; How they flye out nor how to us they cleave. Nor do they flame, nor shine […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. The Gift. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) The Gift I said to Life, “How comes it, With all this wealth in store, Of beauty, joy, and knowledge, Thy cry is still for more? “Count all the years of striving To make thy burden less,— The things designed and fashioned To […]
English Poetry. Bliss Carman. To a Young Lady on Her Birthday. Блисс Кармен.
Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен) To a Young Lady on Her Birthday The marching years go by And brush your garment’s hem. The bandits by and by Will bid you go with them. Trust not that caravan! Old vagabonds are they; They’ll rob you if they can, And […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To My Godchild, Francis M.W.M.. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) To My Godchild, Francis M.W.M. This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon, Riding at anchor off the orient sun, Had broken its cable, and stood out to space Down some frore Arctic of the aërial ways: And now, back warping from the inclement main, Its vaporous […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. The Making of Viola. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) The Making of Viola I. The Father of Heaven. Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Twirl your wheel with silver din; Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Spin a tress for Viola. Angels. Spin, Queen Mary, a Brown tress for Viola! II. […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Judgment in Heaven. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Judgment in Heaven Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with his splendid eyes; Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to win to the Father of Paradise, Through the conscious and palpitant grasses * of inter-tangled relucent dyes. […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Dream-Tryst. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Dream-Tryst The breaths of kissing night and day Were mingled in the eastern Heaven: Throbbing with unheard melody Shook Lyra all its star-chord seven: When dusk shrunk cold, and light trod shy, And dawn’s grey eyes were troubled grey; And souls went palely up […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. A Fallen Yew. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) A Fallen Yew It seemed corrival of the world’s great prime, Made to un-edge the scythe of Time, And last with stateliest rhyme. No tender Dryad ever did indue That rigid chiton of rough yew, To fret her white flesh through: But […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To the Dead Cardinal of Westminster. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) To the Dead Cardinal of Westminster I will not perturbate Thy Paradisal state With praise Of thy dead days; To the new-heavened say,— “Spirit, thou wert fine clay:” This do, Thy praise who knew. Therefore my spirit clings Heaven’s porter by the […]
English Poetry. Francis Thompson. Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea. Фрэнсис Томпсон.
Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон) Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea Her soul from earth to Heaven lies, Like the ladder of the vision, Whereon go To and fro, In ascension and demission, Star-flecked feet of Paradise. Now she is drawn up from me, All my angels, wet-eyed, tristful, Gaze […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. Saint Sepulchre’s beside the Sea. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) Saint Sepulchre’s beside the Sea The new moon marked the twilight hour, A night-jar quavered eerily, And swallows circled round the tower— Saint Sepulchre’s beside the sea. The ivy clung, the ivy climbed, The wilding rose twined tenderly, And Time, the overlord, sublimed […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Mew. In the Fields. Шарлотта Мью.
Charlotte Mew (Шарлотта Мью) In the Fields Lord when I look at lovely things which pass, Under old trees the shadow of young leaves Dancing to please the wind along the grass, Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves; Can I believe there […]
English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. A Sea Change. Клинтон Сколлард.
Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард) A Sea Change Night-long I heard the poignant undertone, The interminable sobbing of the sea; And now that morn breaks dim and dolorously I mark the riotous surges landward blown, Tempestuous and towering, and hurled prone Upon the stark sand reaches; and the glee […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Marathon. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) Marathon I could believe that under such a sky, Thus grave, thus streaked with thunderlight, of yore, The small Athenian troop rushed onward, more As Bacchanals, than men about to die. How weak that massive motley enemy Seemed to those hearts, full–fed […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Six Years, Six Cycles of Dead Hours. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) * * * Six years, six cycles of dead hours, Six falls of leaves, six births of flowers! It is not that, you know full well, That makes my labouring bosom swell, ‘Tis not the memory of lost Time, Since last I […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Written at Mycenae. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) Written at Mycenae I saw a weird procession glide along The vestibule before the Lion’s gate; A Man of godlike limb and warrior state, Who never looked behind him, led the throng; Next a pale Girl, singing sweet sorrow, met My eyes, […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. A Dream in a Gondola. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) A Dream in a Gondola I had a dream of waters: I was borne Fast down the slimy tide Of eldest Nile, and endless flats forlorn Stretched out on either side,– Save where from time to time arose Red Pyramids, like flames […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Delphi. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) Delphi Beneath the vintage moon’s uncertain light, And some faint stars that pierced the film of cloud, Stood those Parnassian peaks before my sight, Whose fame throughout the ancient world was loud. Still could I dimly trace the terraced lines Diverging […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. The Fireworks from the Castle of St. Angelo. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) The Fireworks from the Castle of St. Angelo Play on, play on, I share your gorgeous glee, Creatures of elemental mirth! play on,– Let each fulfil his marvellous destiny, My heart leaps up and falls in unison. The Tower round which ye […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Back Again, Back Again!. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) * * * Back again, back again! We are passing back again; We are ceasing to be men! Without the strife Of waning life, Or weary fears Of loveless years,– Without the darkened eye, Without the paling brow, Without a pulse of […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Grief Sat Beside the Fount of Tears. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) * * * Grief sat beside the fount of tears, And dipt her garland in it, While all the paly flowers she wears Grew fainter every minute. Joy gamboled by the other side, In gay and artless guise, And to her […]
English Poetry. Richard Monckton Milnes. Only We. Ричард Монктон Милнс.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Ричард Монктон Милнс) Only We Dream no more that grief and pain Could such hearts as ours enchain, Safe from loss and safe from gain, Free, as love makes free. When false friends pass coldly by, Sigh, in earnest pity, sigh, Turning thine unclouded […]
English Poetry. Isaac Rosenberg. The Jew. Айзек Розенберг. Еврей
Isaac Rosenberg (Айзек Розенберг) The Jew Moses, from whose loins I sprung, Lit by a lamp in his blood Ten immutable rules, a moon For mutable lampless men. The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy, With the same heaving blood, Keep tide to the moon of Moses. Then […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 123. From This Hour the Pledge Is Given. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 123. From This Hour the Pledge Is Given FROM this hour the pledge is given, From this hour my soul is thine: Come what will, from earth of heaven, Weal or woe, thy fate be mine. When the proud and great […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 115. Song of Innisfail. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 115. Song of Innisfail THEY came from a land beyond the sea, And now o’er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly, From the sunny land of Spain. “Oh, where’s the isle we’ve seen in dreams, Our destined […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 102. And Doth Not a Meeting Like This. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 102. And Doth Not a Meeting Like This AND doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I’ve been wandering away — To see thus around me my youth’s early friends, As smiling and kind as […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 92. O’Donohue’s Mistress. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 92. O’Donohue’s Mistress OF all the fair months, that round the sun In light-link’d dance their circles run, Sweet May, shine thou for me; For still, when thy earliest beams arise, That youth, who beneath the blue lake lies, Sweet May, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 33. ’Tis Sweet to Think. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 33. ’Tis Sweet to Think ’TIS sweet to think that, where’er we rove, We are sure to find something blissful and dear, And that, when we’re far from the lips that we love, We’ve but to make love to the lips […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 24. Sublime Was the Warning. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 24. Sublime Was the Warning SUBLIME was the warning that liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke Into life and revenge from the conqueror’s chain. Oh, Liberty! let not this spirit have rest, Till it move, like a […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 21. Desmond’s Song. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 21. Desmond’s Song BY the Feal’s wave benighted, No star in the skies, To thy door by Love lighted, I first saw those eyes. Some voice whisper’d o’er me, As the threshold I cross’d, There was ruin before me, If I […]