English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Evasion. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Evasion I Why do I love you, who have never given My heart encouragement or any cause? Is it because, as earth is held of heaven, Your soul holds […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Indifference. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Indifference She is so dear the wildflowers near Each path she passes by, Are over fain to kiss again Her feet and then to die. She is so fair […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. In the Forest. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) In the Forest One well might deem, among these miles of woods, Such were the Forests of the Holy Grail, Broceliand and Dean; where, clothed in mail, The Knights of […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. In June. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) In June Deep in the West a berry-coloured bar Of sunset gleams; against which one tall fir Is outlined dark; above which – courier Of dew and dreams – burns […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Hymn to Spiritual Desire. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Hymn to Spiritual Desire I. Mother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbers Breathed on the eyelids of Love by music that slumbers, Secretly, sweetly, O presence of fire […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Home. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Home I dream again I’m in the lane That leads me home through night and rain; Again the fence I see and, dense, The garden, wet and sweet of sense; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Broken Heart. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Broken Heart News o’ grief had overteäken Dark-ey’d Fanny, now vorseäken; There she zot, wi’ breast a-heavèn, While vrom zide to zide, wi’ grievèn, Vell her head, wi’ tears […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. He Who Loves. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) He Who Loves For him God’s birds each merry morn Make of wild throats melodious flutes To trill such love from brush and thorn As might brim eyes of brutes: […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56 He, who instructs the youthful crew To bathe them in the brimmer’s dew, And taste, uncloyed by rich excesses, All the bliss that wine possesses; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66 To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine, Fairest of all that fairest shine; To thee, who rulest with darts of fire This world of mortals, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 103. The Mountain Spite. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 103. The Mountain Spite IN yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, ’Till spells came o’er him, and, day and night, He was haunted […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams ’TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o’er the poet’s warm thought — When, lost […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 91. Oh, Ye Dead!. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 91. Oh, Ye Dead! OH, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give From your cold gleaming eyes, though you move like men who […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time OH for the swords of former time! Oh for the men who bore them, When, arm’d for Right, they stood sublime, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 58. Farewell! – But Whenever You Welcome the Hour. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 58. Farewell! – But Whenever You Welcome the Hour FAREWELL! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she turns from […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 26. Erin, Oh Erin. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 26. Erin, Oh Erin LIKE the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare’s holy fane, And burn’d through long ages of darkness and storm, Is the heart that sorrows have […]
English Poetry. Mark Akenside. The Pleasures of Imagination. Марк Эйкенсайд.
Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) The Pleasures of Imagination With what attractive charms this goodly frame Of Nature touches the consenting hearts Of mortal men; and what the pleasing stores Which beauteous imitation thence derives To deck […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 22. Let Erin Remember the Days of Old. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 22. Let Erin Remember the Days of Old LET Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betray’d her; When Malachi wore the collar of gold, Which […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. The Old Pine. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) The Old Pine IT stood upon the hill like some old chief, And held communion with the cryptic wind, Keeping like some dim unforgotten grief The memory of the tribesmen autumn-skinned, Silent […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. John Keats. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) John Keats IF thou canst not from some superior sphere Look down upon this world that gave thee birth Or from some glad abode of stingless mirth Bend hitherward thy godbright head […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Haunted. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Haunted When grave the twilight settles o’er my roof, And from the haggard oaks unto my door The rain comes, wild as one who rides before His enemies that follow, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Going for the Cows. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Going for the Cows I. The juice-big apples’ sullen gold, Like lazy Sultans laughed and lolled ‘Mid heavy mats of leaves that lay Green-flatten’d ‘gainst the glaring day; And […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Garden and Gardener. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Garden and Gardener To weed the Garden of the Mind Of all rank growths of doubt and sin, And let faith’s flowers thrive and win To blossom; and, through faith, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Forevermore. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Forevermore I O heart that vainly follows The flight of summer swallows, Far over holts and hollows, O’er frozen buds and flowers; To violet seas and levels, Where Love […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Finale. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Finale So let it be. Thou wilt not say ‘t was I! Here in life’s temple, where thy soul may see, Look how the beauty of our love doth lie, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Evasion. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Evasion I Why do I love you, who have never given My heart encouragement or any cause? Is it because, as earth is held of heaven, Your soul holds […]
English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Woman Commends Her Little Son. Кэтрин Тайнен.
Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) A Woman Commends Her Little Son To the aid of my little son I call all the magnalities – Archangel, Dominion, Powers and Principalities. Mary without a stain, Joseph that was her spouse, All God’s women and men, Out of His glorious House. […]
English Poetry. Francis Turner Palgrave. A Churchyard in Oxfordshire. Фрэнсис Тернер Палгрев.
Francis Turner Palgrave (Фрэнсис Тернер Палгрев) A Churchyard in Oxfordshire September: 1643 Sweet air and fresh; glades yet unsear’d by hand Of Midas-finger’d Autumn, massy-green; Bird-haunted nooks between, Where feathery ferns, a fairy palmglove, stand, An English-Eastern band:– While e’en the stealthy squirrel o’er the grass Beside […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. The Rhyme of Joyous Garde. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) The Rhyme of Joyous Garde Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold is shower’d on grass unshorn, And poppy-fire on shuddering corn, With May-dew flooded and flush’d with morn, […]
English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Epigram, 1734. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.
Epigram, 1734 Born to be slaves, our fathers freedom sought, And with their blood the precious treasure bought; We their mean offspring our own bondage plot, And, born to freedom, for our chains we vote. Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. A Christmas Carol. Кристина Джорджина Россетти.
Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти) A Christmas Carol In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold […]
English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Bellona. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
Adam Lindsay Gordon (Адам Линдсей Гордон) Bellona Thou art moulded in marble impassive, False goddess, fair statue of strife, Yet standest on pedestal massive, A symbol and token of life. Thou art still, not with stillness of languor, And calm, not with calm boding rest; For thine is […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Vision of the Archangels. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Vision of the Archangels Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with quiet even steps, and great wings furled, A little dingy coffin; where a child must lie, It was […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Wait. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Wait The universe was stirred as by an unseen Force, Planets upon their orbits slackened speed, and even hurrying comets on their course Paused, peering through the vastnesses of space, And listened curiously. The imperturbable, calm face Of Father Time displayed an […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 29. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 29 Traversed the void, Hell’s fires, unholy not, not hopeless, reached, The initials even of good in the sad mock Of mortal revelry mark; the quelling truth That all life’s sinful follies run to hell; Lies, wrongs, debauches, murders, die […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 34. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 34 First love recalled Not yet reanimate, joy and grief disguised Each as the other, neither gains, perplexed, His way. Even they who play round wisdom’s knee Miss sometimes worthiest ends. Knowing no mean, Ambition’s high demands too close encroach […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 23.1. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 23.1 Life’s gaudier vanities shunned, or banned, the world Escaped from; passion dignified; some talk Of fable and of cabala, mystic lore; War, actual earth regarded, heaven’s reproach Unanswerable, ‘gainst man; the fruitful claims Of friendship in abeyance long, restored; […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 26. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 26 Hearts, like moons, Mature apace; and while one half the world Is busy, and one half dreaming, Passion’s path Is miled of perilous ventures scarcely ‘scaped By sheer precipitancy, as ice unsafe Oft rends not till we are sped. […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 21.1. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 21.1 Time’s lapse, who notes mid flights like this? Once more In merry medley mixed, youth’s liberal mirth, Disport we; now, the natural luxuries taste Of love, trust, amity, un–Circaean cups Which change to loftier life, by virtuous charms, The […]