English Poetry. Charles Wesley. I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb of God. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood, To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever closed […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 127. In the old age black was not counted fair. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 127. Прекрасным не считался черный цвет
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 127. In the old age black was not counted fair In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were it bore not beauty’s name: But now is black beauty’s successive heir, And beauty slandered with a bastard shame, For […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Worship. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Worship There is no worship now,—the idol stands Within the spirit’s holy resting place! Millions before it bend with upraised hands, And with their gifts God’s purer shrine disgrace; The prophet walks unhonored mid the crowd That to the idol’s temple daily throng; His […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. To the Fossil Flower. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) To the Fossil Flower Dark fossil flower! I see thy leaves unrolled, With all thy lines of beauty freshly marked, As when the eye of Morn beamed on thee first, And thou first turn’dst to meet its welcome smile. And sometimes in the coals’ […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The War. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The War I saw a war, yet none the trumpet blew, Nor in their hands the steel-wrought weapons bare; And in that conflict armed there fought but few, And none that in the world’s loud tumults share; They fought against their wills,—the stubborn foe […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Robin. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Robin Thou need’st not flutter from thy half-built nest, Whene’er thou hear’st man’s hurrying feet go by, Fearing his eye for harm may on thee rest, Or he thy young unfinished cottage spy; All will not heed thee on that swinging bough, Nor […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. The Jew. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Jew Thou art more deadly than the Jew of old, Thou hast his weapons hidden in thy speech; And though thy hand from me thou dost withhold, They pierce where sword and spear could never reach. Thou hast me fenced about with thorny […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Night. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Night I thank thee, Father, that the night is near When I this conscious being may resign; Whose only task thy words of love to hear, And in thy acts to find each act of mine; A task too great to give a child […]
English Poetry. Jones Very. Day. Джонс Вери.
Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Day Day! I lament that none can hymn thy praise In fitting strains, of all thy riches bless; Though thousands sport them in thy golden rays, Yet none like thee their Maker’s name confess. Great fellow of my being! woke with me Thou dost […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. A Story. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) A Story In a gleam of sunshine a gentian stood, Dreaming her life away, While the leaves danced merrily through the wood, And rode on the wind for play. She stood in the light and looked at the sky, Till her […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. The Desire of the Moth. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) The Desire of the Moth Golden-colored miller, Leave the lamp, and fly away! In that flame so brightly gleaming, Sure, though smiling, death is beaming; Hasten to thy play! Nearer? foolish miller! Look! thy tiny wings will burn. Just escaped,–but soon […]
English Poetry. Rose Terry Cooke. Gray. Роуз Терри Кук.
Rose Terry Cooke (Роуз Терри Кук) Gray In the dead calm of night, when the stars are all shining, The deep, silent shadows lie cold o’er my head, And the wind, like a sad spirit, round the house pining, Calls up from their quiet the tones of the […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 126. O thou my lovely boy who in thy power. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 126. Крылатый мальчик мой, несущий бремя
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 126. O thou my lovely boy who in thy power O thou my lovely boy who in thy power, Dost hold Time’s fickle glass his fickle hour: Who hast by waning grown, and therein show’st, Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st. […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. The Outlet. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) The Outlet My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, – Say, sea, Take me! Emily Elizabeth Dickinson’s other poems: Summer Shower Psalm […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Have You Got a Brook in Your Little Heart. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so? And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook is there; And yet your […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Proof. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Proof That I did always love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved I did not love enough. That I shall love alway, I offer thee That love is life, And life hath immortality. This, dost thou doubt, sweet? Then […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. If You Were Coming in the Fall. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) * * * If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I’d wind the months in balls, […]
English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Surrender. Эмили Дикинсон.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Surrender Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can, – Say quick, that I may dower thee With last […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 23. Come, Send Round the Wine. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 23. Наливайте вино!
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 23. Come, Send Round the Wine Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief To simpleton sages, and reasoning fools; This moment’s a flower too fair and brief, To be withered and stained by the dust of the schools. […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The March of Mortality. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The March of Mortality Over the hills of time to the valley of endless years; Over the roads of woe to the land that is free from tears Up from the haunts of men to the place where the angels are, This […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. The Crucible of Life. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) The Crucible of Life Sunshine and shadow, blue sky and gray, Laughter and tears as we tread on our way; Hearts that are heavy, then hearts that are light, Eyes that are misty and eyes that are bright; Losses and gains in […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Questions. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Questions Would you sell your boy for a stack of gold? Would you miss that hand that is yours to hold? Would you take a fortune and never see The man, in a few brief years, he’ll be? Suppose that his body […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Living. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Living If through the years we’re not to do Much finer deeds than we have done; If we must merely wander through Time’s garden, idling in the sun; If there is nothing big ahead, Why do we fear to join the dead? […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 125. Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 125. Что, если бы я право заслужил
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 125. Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than waste or ruining? Have I not seen dwellers on […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 47. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 47. У сердца с глазом – тайный договор
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 47. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish’d for a look, Or heart in love with sighs […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Growing Down. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Growing Down Time was I thought of growing up, But that was ere the babies came; I’d dream and plan to be a man And win my share of wealth and fame, For age held all the splendors then And wisdom seemed […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Daddies. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Daddies I would rather be the daddy Of a romping, roguish crew, Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie And a little girl or two, Than the monarch of a nation In his high and lofty seat Taking empty adoration From the subjects at […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. Another Mouth to Feed. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) Another Mouth to Feed We’ve got another mouth to feed, From out our little store; To satisfy another’s need Is now my daily chore. A growing family is ours, Beyond the slightest doubt; It takes all my financial powers To keep them […]
English Poetry. Edgar Albert Guest. A Boy’s Tribute. Эдгар Альберт Гест.
Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест) A Boy’s Tribute Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen Is Ma. Lovelier than any queen Is Ma. Girls with curls go walking by, Dainty, graceful, bold an’ shy, But the one that takes my eye Is Ma. Every girl made into one Is […]
English Poetry. Edith Wharton. A Vision. Эдит Уортон.
Edith Wharton (Эдит Уортон) A Vision On the wide shores of melody I strayed One amber dawn when from the waves arose The form of one white-vested, girdled close, Who lightly lifted up her radiant head, So that her bosom’s tranquil curve displayed A necklet where, in alternating […]
English Poetry. Edith Wharton. Faun’s Song. Эдит Уортон.
Edith Wharton (Эдит Уортон) Faun’s Song How golden-clear the sunlight shines Through the long stretch of river-reeds. The water whirls in splintering lines As round the knotted thorn it speeds, Then lapses to a tranquil pool, Where water-spiders spin and sleep, And yellow flower-de-luces cool Their roots in […]
English Poetry. Edith Wharton. Song (Come, for the leaf is alight). Эдит Уортон.
Edith Wharton (Эдит Уортон) Song (Come, for the leaf is alight) Come, for the leaf is alight on the bough, Like a bird from the blue still aquiver from flight, And but now was the day of the crocus, but now With wind-flowers the mould of the woodland […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. To Sleep. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) To Sleep All slumb’rous images that be, combined, To this white couch and cool shall woo thee, Sleep! First will I think on fields of grasses deep In gray-green flower, o’er which the transient wind Runs like a smile; and next will […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Torch-Race. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Torch-Race Brave racer, who hast sped the living light With throat outstretched and every nerve a-strain, Now on thy left hand labors gray-faced Pain, And Death hangs close behind thee on the right. Soon flag the flying feet, soon fails the […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Wish for a Chaplet. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Wish for a Chaplet Vineleaf and rose I would my chaplet make: I would my word were wine for all men’s sake. Pure from the pressing of the stainless feet Of unblamed Hours, and for an altar meet. Vineleaf and […]
English Poetry. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 124. If my dear love were but the child of state. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 124. О, будь моя любовь – дитя удачи
William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир) Sonnet 124. If my dear love were but the child of state If my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune’s bastard be unfathered, As subject to time’s love or to time’s hate, Weeds among weeds, or flowers with […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Love Unsung. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) Love Unsung Seven jewelled rays has the Sun fast bound In his arrow of blinding sheen; But he quickens the breast of the fruitful ground With a subtlest ray unseen. And the rainbow moods of this love of ours I may […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. Summer Hours. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) Summer Hours Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed’s down In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear That steals into the soul when unaware, And springs up Memory in the stony town. Helen Gray Cone’s other poems: The Story of the “Orient” […]
English Poetry. Helen Gray Cone. The Encounter. Хелен Грей Коун.
Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун) The Encounter There’s a wood-way winding high, Roofed far up with light-green flicker, Save one midmost star of sky. Underfoot ’tis all pale brown With the dead leaves matted down One on other, thick and thicker; Soft, but springing to the tread. […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. An Exile’s Farewell. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) An Exile’s Farewell The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides smooth and well. The broad Atlantic’s bed of foam Still breaks against our prow; I shed no tears at […]