English Poetry. Abraham Cowley. The Spring. Абрахам Каули.
Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) The Spring THOUGH you be absent here, I needs must say The Trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay, As ever they were wont to be; Nay the Birds rural musick too Is as melodious and free, As if they sung to pleasure […]
English Poetry. Paul Laurence Dunbar. Ode to Ethiopia. Пол Лоренс Данбар.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар) Ode to Ethiopia O Mother Race! to thee I bring This pledge of faith unwavering, This tribute to thy glory. I know the pangs which thou didst feel, When Slavery crushed thee with its heel, With thy dear blood all gory. […]
English Poetry. Paul Laurence Dunbar. An Ante-Bellum Sermon. Пол Лоренс Данбар.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар) An Ante-Bellum Sermon We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs, In dis howlin’ wildaness, Fu’ to speak some words of comfo’t To each othah in distress. An’ we chooses fu’ ouah subjic’ Dis–we’ll ‘splain it by an’ by; “An’ de Lawd said, ‘Moses, […]
English Poetry. Paul Laurence Dunbar. Song (My heart to thy heart). Пол Лоренс Данбар.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар) Song (My heart to thy heart) My heart to thy heart, My hand to thine; My lip to thy lips, Kisses are wine Brewed for the lover in sunshine and shade; Let me drink deep, then, my African maid. Lily to […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 100. Fairest! Put on a While. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 100. «Эрин, родная страна!..»
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 100. Fairest! Put on a While Fairest! put on awhile These pinions of light I bring thee, And o’er thy own green isle In fancy let me wing thee. Never did Ariel’s plume, At golden sunset hover O’er scenes so full […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 94. Oh, Banquet Not. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 94. Oh, Banquet Not OH, banquet not in those shining bowers, Where Youth resorts, but come to me, For mine’s a garden of faded flowers, More fit for sorrow, for age, and thee. And there we shall have our feast of […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 120. Oh, Could We Do with This World of Ours. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 120. Oh, Could We Do with This World of Ours OH, could we do with this world of ours As thou dost with thy garden bowers, Reject the weeds and keep the flowers, What a heaven on earth we’d make it! […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 63. Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 63. Приди, я заплачу с тобой!
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 63. Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded HAS sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o’er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded That, even in sorrow, were sweet? Does Time with his cold wing wither Each feeling […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 57. Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 57. Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own OH! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers, And […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 47. What the Bee Is to the Floweret. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 47. What the Bee Is to the Floweret WHAT the bee is to the flowert, He. — When he looks for honey-dew, Through the leaves that close embower it, That, my love, I’ll be to you. What the bank, with verdure […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 17. How Oft Has the Benshee Cried. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 17. How Oft Has the Benshee Cried HOW oft has the Benshee cried, How oft has death untied Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds entwined by Love. Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that […]
English Poetry. Abraham Cowley. Not Fair. Абрахам Каули.
Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) Not Fair ‘T IS very true, I thought you once as fair As women in th’ idea are;* Whatever here seems beauteous, seem’d to be But a faint metaphor of thee: But then, methoughts, there something shin’d within, Which casts this lustre o’er thy […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 11. As a Beam O’er the Face of the Waters May Glow. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 11. As a Beam O’er the Face of the Waters May Glow AS a beam o’er the face of the waters may glow While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 4. Oh! Breathe Not His Name. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 4. На могиле героя
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 4. Oh! Breathe Not His Name OH! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour’d his relics are laid: Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 1. Go Where Glory Waits Thee. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 1. Go Where Glory Waits Thee Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest, Oh! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Catch. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Catch When roads are mired with ice and snow, And the air of morn is crisp with rime; When the holly hangs by the mistletoe, And bells ring in the CHRISTMAS time: - It’s – Saddle, my Heart, and ride away, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Dirge. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Dirge I. Life has fled; she is dead, Sleeping in the flow’ry vale Where the fleeting shades are shed Ghost-like o’er her features pale. Lay her ‘neath the violets wild, Lay her like a dreaming child ‘Neath the waving grass […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Lullaby. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Lullaby I. In her wimple of wind and her slippers of sleep The twilight comes like a little goose-girl, Herding her owls with many”tu-whoos,” Her little brown owls in the woodland deep, Where dimly she walks in her whispering shoes, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Valentine. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Valentine My life is grown a witchcraft place Through gazing on thy form and face. Now ‘t is thy Smile’s soft sorcery That makes my soul a melody. Now ‘t is thy Frown, that comes and goes, That makes […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Ambition. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Ambition Now to my lips lift then some opiate Of black forgetfulness! while in thy gaze Still lures the loveless beauty that betrays, And in thy mouth the music that is hate. No promise more hast thou to make me wait; No […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. A Yellow Rose. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) A Yellow Rose The old gate clicks, and down the walk, Between clove-pink and hollyhock, Still young of face though gray of lock, Among her garden’s flowers she goes At evening’s close, Deep in her hair a yellow rose. The old […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Aprilian. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Aprilian I. Come with me where April twilights Wigwam blue the April hills; Where the shadows and the high lights Swarm the woods that Springtime fills. Tents where dwell the tribes of beauty, Tasseled scouts whose camp-fires glow Over leagues of […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. Apostasy. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) Apostasy THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call not back a word. Point not to thy Madonna, Priest, Thy sightless saint of stone; She cannot, from this burning breast, Wring one […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. At Last. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) At Last What shall be said to him, Now he is dead? Now that his eyes are dim, Low lies his head? What shall be said to him, Now he is dead? One word to whisper of Low in his ear; […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. At the End of the Road. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) At the End of the Road This is the truth as I see it, my dear, Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little to fear, Nothing to lose or to gain. Here by the road […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Authorities. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Authorities The unpretentious flowers of the woods, That rise in bright and banded brotherhoods, Waving us welcome, and with kisses sweet Laying their lives down underneath our feet, Lesson my soul more than the tomes of man, Packed with the lore of […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Avalon. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Avalon I Dreamed my soul went wandering in An island dim with mystery; An island that, because of sin, No mortal eye shall ever see. And while I walked, one came, unseen, And gazed into my eyes: ah me! Her presence […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Beech Blooms. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Beech Blooms The wild oxalis Among the valleys Lifts up its chalice Of pink and pearl; And, balsam-breathing, From out their sheathing, The myriad wreathing Green leaves uncurl. The whole world brightens With spring, that lightens The foot that frightens The […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Berrying. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Berrying I. My love went berrying Where brooks were merrying And wild wings ferrying Heaven’s amethyst; The wildflowers blessed her, My dearest Hester, The winds caressed her, The sunbeams kissed. II. I followed, carrying Her basket; varying Fond hopes […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. By the Summer Sea. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) By the Summer Sea Sunlight and shrill cicada and the low, Slow, sleepy kissing of the sea and shore, And rumor of the wind. The morning wore A sullen face of fog that lifted slow, Letting her eyes gleam through of grayest […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Clouds. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Clouds All through the tepid Summer night The starless sky had poured a cool Monotony of pleasant rain In music beautiful. And for an hour I’d sat to watch Clouds moving on majestic feet, Had heard down avenues of night Their […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Corncob Jones. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Corncob Jones An Oldham-County Weather Philosopher. “Who is Corncob Jones?” you say. Beateningest man and talkingest: Talk and talk th’ enduring day, Never even stop to rest, Keep on talking that a-way, Talk you dead, or do his best. We were […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Dead Sea Fruit. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Dead Sea Fruit All things have power to hold us back. Our very hopes build up a wall Of doubt, whose shadow stretches black O’er all. The dreams, that helped us once, become Dread disappointments, that oppose Dead eyes to ours, […]
English Poetry. Charlotte Brontё. Regret. Шарлотта Бронте.
Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте) Regret Long ago I wished to leave “The house where I was born;” Long ago I used to grieve, My home seemed so forlorn. In other years, its silent rooms Were filled with haunting fears; Now, their very memory comes O’ercharged with tender tears. […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 80. O how I faint when I of you do write. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 80. Мне изменяет голос мой и стих
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 80. O how I faint when I of you do write O how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might, To make me tongue-tied speaking […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Dogtown. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Dogtown Far as the eye can see the land is grey, And desolation sits among the stones Looking on ruin who, from rocks like bones, Stares with a dead face at the dying day. Mounds, where the barberry and bay hold sway, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Echo. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Echo Dweller in hollow places, hills and rocks, Daughter of Silence and old Solitude, Tip-toe she stands within her cave or wood, Her only life the noises that she mocks. Madison Julius Cawein’s other poems: After a Night of Rain Annisquam At […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Failure. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Failure There are some souls Whose lot it is to set their hearts on goals That adverse Fate controls. While others win With little labor through life’s dust and din, And lord-like enter in Immortal gates; And, of Success the […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. For the Old. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) For the Old These are the things I pray Heaven send us still, To blow the ashes of the years away, Or keep aglow forever ‘neath their gray The fire that warms when Life’s old house grows chill: First Faith, that gazed […]
English Poetry. Duncan Campbell Scott. The Fifteenth of April. Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт.
Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт) The Fifteenth of April TO A.L. Pallid saffron glows the broken stubble, Brimmed with silver lie the ruts, Purple the ploughed hill; Down a sluice with break and bubble Hollow falls the rill; Falls and spreads and searches, Where, beyond the […]