English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. A Masque of Venice. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) A Masque of Venice (A Dream) Not a stain, In the sun-brimmed sapphire cup that is the sky— Not a ripple on the black translucent lane Of the palace-walled lagoon. Not a cry As the gondoliers with velvet oar glide by, Through the […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Sunrise. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Sunrise September 26, 1881. Weep for the martyr! Strew his bier With the last roses of the year; Shadow the land with sables; knell The harsh-tongued, melancholy bell; Beat the dull muffled drum, and flaunt The drooping banner; let the chant Of the […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. August Moon. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) August Moon Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high, In the glowing August sky, Quenching all her neighbor stars, Save the steady flame of Mars. White as silver shines the sea, Far-off sails like phantoms be, Gliding o’er that lake of light, Vanishing in nether […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Magnetism. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Magnetism By the impulse of my will, By the red flame in my blood, By me nerves’ electric thrill, By the passion of my mood, My concentrated desire, My undying, desperate love, I ignore Fate, I defy her, Iron-hearted Death I move. When the […]
English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Spring Longing. Эмма Лазарус.
Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Spring Longing What art thou doing here, O Imagination? Go away I entreat thee by the gods, as thou didst come, for I want thee not. But thou art come according to thy old fashion. I am not angry with thee—only go away. — […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. The Parting Word. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) The Parting Word I MUST leave thee, lady sweet Months shall waste before we meet; Winds are fair and sails are spread, Anchors leave their ocean bed; Ere this shining day grow dark, Skies shall gird my shoreless bark. Through thy tears, […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. A Modest Request. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) A Modest Request COMPLIED WITH AFTER THE DINNER AT PRESIDENT EVERETT’S INAUGURATION SCENE,—a back parlor in a certain square, Or court, or lane,—in short, no matter where; Time,—early morning, dear to simple souls Who love its sunshine and its fresh-baked rolls; […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Verses for After-Dinner Phi Beta Kappa Society, 1844. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Verses for After-Dinner Phi Beta Kappa Society, 1844 I WAS thinking last night, as I sat in the cars, With the charmingest prospect of cinders and stars, Next Thursday is—bless me!—how hard it will be, If that cannibal president calls upon me! […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. On the Death of Anne Brontë. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) On the Death of Anne Brontë THERE ‘s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I ‘ve lived the parting hour to see Of one I would have died to save. Calmly to watch the failing breath, Wishing […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Nux Postcoenatica. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Nux Postcoenatica I WAS sitting with my microscope, upon my parlor rug, With a very heavy quarto and a very lively bug; The true bug had been organized with only two antennae, But the humbug in the copperplate would have them twice […]
English Poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes. Lines. Оливер Уэнделл Холмс.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (Оливер Уэнделл Холмс) Lines RECITED AT THE BERKSHIRE JUBILEE, PITTSFIELD, MASS., AUGUST 23, 1844 COME back to your mother, ye children, for shame, Who have wandered like truants for riches or fame! With a smile on her face, and a sprig in her […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. The Sad Spring. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) The Sad Spring The Spring weeps, she is forlorn; Well that she may weep, alas! Now that many babes are born Whose dear fathers lie in grass. Snowdrops in the frozen earth Faint and are not comforted; Never was so sad a birth, […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Speeding. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Speeding To Ivo Alan Charteris, October 17th, 1915 Requiescat is not my bidding, That is the weary man’s right speeding; You, O Child, full of life and laughter, Joy to you now and long days hereafter! Light of foot, ever running and […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Prayer at Night. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Prayer at Night Lord, for the one who dies alone This night without companion, I cannot rest, I cannot sleep. O shepherd of the piteous sheep Run with Thy crook, and lift in haste The poor head to Thy loving breast. Oh slake […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Lenton Communion. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Lenton Communion Rest in a friend’s house, Dear, I pray: The way is long to Good Friday, And very chill and grey the way. No crocus with its shining cup, Nor the gold daffodil is up, – Nothing is here save the snowdrop. […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Haymaking. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Haymaking Aye, sure, it does always be rainin’ An’ the hay lyin’ out in the wet, But what’s the good o’ complainin’? It never made things better yet! There’ll be musty hay in the manger, The cow’s goin’ dry, be mischance, And the boy […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. Dead – A Prisoner. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Dead – A Prisoner He died the loneliest death of all, Amid his foes he died. But Someone’s leaped the outer wall And Someone’s come inside, And he has gotten a golden key To set the lonesome prisoner free. It was not Peter […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Birth-Night Song. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Birth-Night Song The Child is rocked on Mary’s knee, Cold in the stall this bitter night, And ‘Lullalay-loo,’ soft singeth she, ‘My little Boy and Heaven’s Delight!’ When singing stars went up the sky The Prince of Peace oped a sweet eye. […]
English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. The Magnetic Lady to Her Patient. Перси Биши Шелли. Магнетизируя больного
Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли) The Magnetic Lady to Her Patient I. ‘Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain; My hand is on thy brow, My spirit on thy brain; My pity on thy heart, poor friend; And from my fingers flow The powers of life, and […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 41. Lesbia Hath a Beaming Eye. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 41. Lesbia Hath a Beaming Eye LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth. Sweeter ’tis to gaze upon My Nora’s lid […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 36. It Is Not the Tear at This Moment Shed. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 36. It Is Not the Tear at This Moment Shed IT is not the tear at this moment shed, When the cold turf has just been laid o’er him, That can tell how beloved was the friend that’s fled, Or how […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 113. Alone in Crowds to Wander On. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 113. Alone in Crowds to Wander On ALONE in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once, where’er we roved — This, this the doom must be […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 89. Drink of This Cup. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 89. Drink of This Cup DRINK of this cup; — you’ll find there’s a spell in Its every drop ’gainst the ills of mortality; Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen; Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 81. If Thou’lt Be Mine. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 81. «Молю, о дева, будь моей…»
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 81. If Thou’lt Be Mine If thou’lt be mine, the treasures of air, Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet; Whatever in Fancy’s eye looks fair, Or in Hope’s sweet music sounds most sweet, Shall be ours – if […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Life in the West. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Life in the West Ho! brothers—come hither and list to my story— Merry and brief will the narrative be. Here, like a monarch, I reign in my glory— Master am I, boys, of all that I see! Where once frowned a forest, […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Thy Will Be Done. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Thy Will Be Done Searcher of Hearts!—from mine erase All thoughts that should not be, And in its deep recesses trace My gratitude to Thee! Hearer of Prayer!—oh, guide aright Each word and deed of mine; Life’s battle teach me how […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Chieftain’s Daughter. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Chieftain’s Daughter Upon the barren sand A single captive stood; Around him came, with bow and brand, The red-men of the wood. Like him of old, his doom he hears, Rock-bound on ocean’s rim: The chieftain’s daughter knelt in tears, And […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Sword and the Staff. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Sword and the Staff The sword of the hero! The staff of the sage! Whose valor and wisdom Are stamped on the age! Time-hallowed mementos Of those who have riven The sceptre from tyrants, “The lightning from heaven!” This weapon, […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. Oh, Would That She Were Here!. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) Oh, Would That She Were Here! Oh, would that she were here, These hills and dales among, Where vocal groves are gayly mocked By Echo’s airy tongue: Where jocund nature smiles In all her boon attire, And roams the deeply-tangled wilds Of […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 131. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 131. Ты прихоти полна и любишь власть
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 131. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel. Yet […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. I’m with You Once Again. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) * * * I’m with you once again, my friends, No more my footsteps roam; Where it began my journey ends, Amid the scenes of home. No other clime has skies so blue, Or streams so broad and clear, And where are […]
English Poetry. George Pope Morris. The Dream of Love. Джордж Поуп Моррис.
George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис) The Dream of Love I’ve had the heart-ache many times, At the mere mention of a name I’ve never woven in my rhymes, Though from it inspiration came. It is in truth a holy thing, Life-cherished from the world apart— A dove […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. Vale. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) Vale Good-bye, sweet friend, good-bye, And all the world must be Between my friend and me; And nothing is, dear heart, But hands that meet to part; Good-bye, sweet friend, good-bye. Good-bye, sweet love, good-bye, And one long grave must be […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. The Blow Returned. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) The Blow Returned I struck you once, I do remember well. Hard on the track of passion sorrow sped, And swift repentance, weeping for the blow; I struck you once—and now you’re lying dead! Now you are gone the blow no […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. For Ever. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) For Ever He heard it first upon the lips of love, And loved it for love’s sake; A faithful word, that knows nor time nor change, Nor lone heart-break. It sung across his heart-strings like a breath Of Heaven’s faithfulness, that […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. With a Rose. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) With a Rose In the heart of a rose Lies the heart of a maid; If you be not afraid You will wear it. Who knows? In the pink of its bloom, Lay your lips to her cheek; Since a rose […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. The Scallop Shell. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) The Scallop Shell A scallop shell, loosed by the lifting tide, Had left a friendly shore, the seas to brave; Its lips of pink and snowy hollow shone Pure in the sun, a pearl upon the wave. It gleamed and passed—you […]
English Poetry. Dora Sigerson Shorter. An Eclipse. Дора Сигерсон Шортер.
Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) An Eclipse Let there be an end And all be done; Pass over, fair eclipse, That hides the sun. Dear face that shades the light And shadows me, Begone, and give me peace, And set me free. Dora Sigerson Shorter’s other […]
English Poetry. Paul Laurence Dunbar. The Master-Player. Пол Лоренс Данбар.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар) The Master-Player An old, worn harp that had been played Till all its strings were loose and frayed, Joy, Hate, and Fear, each one essayed, To play. But each in turn had found No sweet responsiveness of sound. Then Love the […]
English Poetry. Paul Laurence Dunbar. The Corn-Stalk Fiddle. Пол Лоренс Данбар.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар) The Corn-Stalk Fiddle When the corn ‘s all cut and the bright stalks shine Like the burnished spears of a field of gold; When the field-mice rich on the nubbins dine, And the frost comes white and the wind blows cold; Then […]