English Poetry. Eugene Field. New-Year’s Eve. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) New-Year’s Eve Good old days—dear old days When my heart beat high and bold— When the things of earth seemed full of life, And the future a haze of gold! Oh, merry was I that winter night, And gleeful our little one’s din, And […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. “Guess”. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) “Guess” There is a certain Yankee phrase I always have revered, Yet, somehow, in these modern days, It’s almost disappeared; It was the usage years ago, But nowadays it’s got To be regarded coarse and low To answer: “I guess not!” The height […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Contentment. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Contentment Happy the man that, when his day is done, Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret— The battle he has fought may not be won— The fame he sought be just as fleeting yet; Folding at last his hands upon his breast, […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Jennie. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Jennie Some men affect a liking For the prim in face and mind, And some prefer the striking And the loud in womankind; Wee Madge is wooed of many, And buxom Kate, as well, And Jennie—charming Jennie— Ah, Jennie doesn’t tell! What eyes […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Ed. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Ed Ed was a man that played for keeps, ‘nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn’t stop him any more’n a dam ‘ud stop the ocean; For when he tackled to a thing ‘nd sot his mind plum to it, You bet yer […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Abu Midjan. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Abu Midjan When Father Time swings round his scythe, Intomb me ‘neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, May cheer these thirsty bones of mine. “Elsewise with tears and bated breath Should I survey the life to be. But […]
English Poetry. Eugene Field. Sister’s Cake. Юджин Филд.
Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Sister’s Cake I’d not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; Nay, I’ll admit it were most fit that, worn by social cares, She’d crave a change from parlor life to that below […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. Of All the Men. Томас Мур. Вездесущий Джек
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) Of All the Men Of all the men one meets about, There’s none like Jack – he’s everywhere: At church – park – auction – dinner – rout – Go when and where you will, he’s there. Try the West […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. On Miss Prue. Томас Мур. Репутация Пру
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) On Miss Prue “I never give a kiss,” says Prue, “To naughty man, for I abhor it.” She will not give a kiss, ‘t is true ; She ’11 take one though, and thank you for it. Перевод на русский язык Репутация Пру Сказала […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 17. Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 17. Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook CARMEN PATIBULARE To H. S. Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook And the rope of the Black Election, ’Tis the faith of the Fool that a race you rule […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Good Friday. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Good Friday O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood? How shall I count what thee befell, And each grief tell? Shall I thy woes Number according to thy foes? Or, since one star show’d thy first breath, Shall […]
English Poetry. William Ernest Henley. Rhymes and Rhythms. 13. Under a Stagnant Sky. Уильям Эрнст Хенли.
William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли) Rhymes and Rhythms. 13. Under a Stagnant Sky To James McNeill Whistler Under a stagnant sky, Gloom out of gloom uncoiling into gloom, The River, jaded and forlorn, Welters and wanders wearily—wretchedly—on; Yet in and out among the ribs Of the […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Lament for the Yeomen. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Lament for the Yeomen And now is come the war, the war: And now is come the war, the war: And now is come the war, the war. War! War! For soldiers are they gone now: For soldiers all. Soldiers and soldiers! All! […]
English Poetry. James Joyce. Satire on the Brothers Fay. Джеймс Джойс.
James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс) Satire on the Brothers Fay O, there are two brothers, the Fays, Who are excellent players of plays, And, needless to mention, all Most unconventional, Filling the world with amaze. But I angered these brothers, the Fays, Whose ways are conventional ways, For […]
English Poetry. Ebenezer Jones. Rain. Эбенизер Джонс.
Ebenezer Jones (Эбенизер Джонс) Rain More than the wind, more than the snow, More than the sunshine, I love rain; Whether it droppeth soft and low, Whether it rusheth amain. Dark as the night it spreadeth its wings, Slow and silently up on the hills; Then sweeps […]
English Poetry. Ebenezer Jones. My Wife and Child, Come Close to Me. Эбенизер Джонс.
Ebenezer Jones (Эбенизер Джонс) * * * My wife and child, come close to me, The world to us is a stormy sea; With your hands in mine, if your eyes but shine, I care not how wild the storm may be. For the fiercest wind […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. Songs of a Savoyard. The Highly Respectable Gondolier. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) Songs of a Savoyard. The Highly Respectable Gondolier I stole the Prince, and I brought him here, And left him, gaily prattling With a highly respectable Gondolier, Who promised the Royal babe to rear, And teach him the trade of a timoneer […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. Songs of a Savoyard. The Coming By-and-By. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) Songs of a Savoyard. The Coming By-and-By Sad is that woman’s lot who, year by year, Sees, one by one, her beauties disappear; As Time, grown weary of her heart-drawn sighs, Impatiently begins to “dim her eyes”!— Herself compelled, in life’s uncertain […]
English Poetry. William Schwenck Gilbert. Songs of a Savoyard. The Disagreeable Man. Уильям Швенк Гильберт.
William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гильберт) Songs of a Savoyard. The Disagreeable Man If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am: I’m a genuine philanthropist—all other kinds are sham. Each little fault of temper and each social defect In my erring fellow-creatures, I […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. King-Fisher Song. Льюис Кэрролл. Простофиля и Простокваша
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) King-Fisher Song King Fisher courted Lady Bird – Sing Beans, sing Bones, sing Butterflies! ‘Find me my match,’ he said, ‘With such a noble head – With such a beard, as white as curd – With such expressive eyes!’ ‘Yet pins […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. The Deserted Parks. Льюис Кэрролл. Покинутые парки
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) The Deserted Parks ‘Solitudinem faciunt: Parcum appellant.’ MUSEUM! loveliest building of the plain. Where Cherwell winds towards the distant main; How often have I loitered o’er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared the scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. Providence. Джордж Герберт (Херберт).
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Providence O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through whom my fingers bend To hold my quill? shall they not do thee right? Of all the creatures both in sea […]
English Poetry. Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall. The Lovers of Marchaid. Марджори Пиктхолл.
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл) The Lovers of Marchaid Dominic came riding down, sworded, straight and splendid, Drave his hilt against her door, flung a golden chain. Said: ‘I’ll teach your lips a song sweet as his that’s ended, Ere the white rose call the bee, the […]
English Poetry. Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall. Thoughts. Марджори Пиктхолл.
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл) Thoughts I gave my thoughts a golden peach, A silver citron tree; They clustered dumbly out of reach And would not sing for me. I built my thoughts a roof of rush, A little byre beside; They left my music to […]
English Poetry. Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall. The Chosen. Марджори Пиктхолл.
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл) The Chosen CALLED to a way too high for me, I lean Out from my narrow window o’er the street, and know the fields I cannot see are green, And guess the songs I cannot hear are sweet. Break up the […]
English Poetry. Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall. Quiet. Марджори Пиктхолл.
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл) Quiet COME not the earliest petal here, but only Wind, cloud, and star, Lovely and far, Make it less lonely. Few are the feet that seek her here, but sleeping Thoughts sweet as flowers Linger for hours, Things winged, yet weeping. […]
English Poetry. Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall. Fame. Марджори Пиктхолл.
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл) Fame HAVE I played fellowship with night, to see The allied armies break our gates at dawn And let our general in ? By Bacchus, no ! I have not left my stall, sir, I’m too poor For lazy prentices to hand […]
English Poetry. Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall. Bartimeus Grown Old. Марджори Пиктхолл.
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл) Bartimeus Grown Old YEA, I am he that dwelt beside this tomb. I was a child. God smote me from the sun. A little while, I had forgot to run Under the rain-sweet roof of almond bloom. I had forgotten summer, and […]
English Poetry. Emily Jane Pfeiffer. Transfiguration. Эмили Джейн Пфайффер.
Emily Jane Pfeiffer (Эмили Джейн Пфайффер) Transfiguration Poor, troubled heart, if thou would’st find relief, And think’st thy woe were eas’d if it were heard, Go, ‘prentice thee to that sad-colour’d bird, And learn to make the world in love with grief. Sing as he sings, and […]
English Poetry. Emily Jane Pfeiffer. A Protest. Эмили Джейн Пфайффер.
Emily Jane Pfeiffer (Эмили Джейн Пфайффер) A Protest This is the sabbath season of the year, When summer silence falleth on the earth, — When truce hath come to husbandry and mirth, To mower’s scythe and wanton wood-notes clear. The world is still, as if with […]
English Poetry. Christopher Morley. Secret Laughter. Кристофер Морли.
Christopher Morley (Кристофер Морли) Secret Laughter “I had a secret laughter.” Walter de la Mare. There is a secret laughter That often comes to me, And though I go about my work As humble as can be, There is no prince or prelate I envy—no, […]
English Poetry. Christopher Morley. Bayberry Candles. Кристофер Морли.
Christopher Morley (Кристофер Морли) Bayberry Candles Dear sweet, when dusk comes up the hill, The fire leaps high with golden prongs; I place along the chimneysill The tiny candles of my songs. And though unsteadily they burn, As evening shades from grey to blue Like candles they […]
English Poetry. George Herbert. The World. Джордж Герберт (Херберт). Мир
George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) The World Love built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs did support the frame, Whereas they were supported by the same; But Wisdom quickly swept them all away. The Pleasure […]
English Poetry. Christopher Morley. To the Little House. Кристофер Морли.
Christopher Morley (Кристофер Морли) To the Little House Dear little house, dear shabby street, Dear books and beds and food to eat! How feeble words are to express The facets of your tenderness. How white the sun comes through the pane! In tinkling music drips the rain! […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 14. Weal and Woe. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 14. Weal and Woe O highest, strongest, sweetest woman-soul! Thou holdest in the compass of thy grace All the strange fate and passion of thy race; Of the old, primal curse thou knowest the […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 13. After Many Days. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 13. After Many Days Dear heart, I would that after many days, When we are gone, true lovers in a book Might find these faithful songs of ours. “O look!” I hear him murmur while he straightway […]
English Poetry. Richard Watson Gilder. The New Day. Part 4. 12. “My Songs Are All of Thee, What Tho’ I Sing”. Ричард Уотсон Гилдер.
Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер) The New Day. Part 4. 12. “My Songs Are All of Thee, What Tho’ I Sing” My songs are all of thee, what tho’ I sing Of morning when the stars are yet in sight, Of evening, or the melancholy night, […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. The Parcae; or, Three Dainty Destinies: the Armilet. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Parcae; or, Three Dainty Destinies: the Armilet Three lovely sisters working were, As they were closely set, Of soft and dainty maiden-hair, A curious Armilet. I, smiling, ask’d them what they did, Fair Destinies all three? Who told me they had drawn […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Barley-Break; or, Last in Hell. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) Barley-Break; or, Last in Hell We two are last in hell; what may we fear To be tormented or kept pris’ners here I Alas! if kissing be of plagues the worst, We’ll wish in hell we had been last and first. Robert Herrick’s […]
English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Silvia to Wed. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).
Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) To Silvia to Wed Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed; And loving lie in one devoted bed. Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste; No sound calls back the year that once is past. Then, sweetest Silvia, let’s […]