English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 20. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 20 Enter now heaven. Even man’s deathly life May be there by God’s leave. Once brought to God, The soul’s probation and foredoom, and heaven’s Designs towards man, whole man, man personal, show, Fuller by light of love parental. There, […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 42. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 42 The soul–state, intermediate ‘twixt earth’s life And the world future, unconceived till seen, We search with curious awe; mark dormant death; Nor, joyless, evil accost, by heaven restrained; From bonds aeonian loosened, ere the end: View, visionary, the circle […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 9. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 9 Meanwhile, as nought Had passed, we see them presently, meet. Who knows How ’tis we reconcile ourselves to evil? But in this bird’s–eye view of earth, and track Of dust stirred through all nations, note we whilst His friend […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 45. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 45 ‘Twas held of old by some heresiarch sage, Whose nobler name time bruits not overmuch, That evil and good, twin powers, as light and dark, Were destined to contest with varying mean, The world while e’er it lasts; but […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 41. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 41 Millennial earth, transfigured to a star, The rebegotten world, see, born again; Good, universal order, peace and joy. Fruits of the new creation, all the heirs Holy, of light, share; sweet command in these, In those, obedience sweeter still. […]
English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 44. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли) Festus – 44 Man’s final doom conceive: the award to all Earth’s tribes of souls by spirits elect, their chiefs Saintly, themselves through purifying rule Of chastening spheres, to proximate perfectness Long trained; all rational hosts, by boundless love, Brought round to […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Blasphemy of Guns. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Blasphemy of Guns There must be lonely moments when God feels The need of prayer- Such lonely moments, knowing not anywhere, In any spot or place, In all the far recesses of vast space, Dwells any one to whom His prayers […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Triumph of Time. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) The Triumph of Time Before our lives divide for ever, While time is with us and hands are free, (Time, swift to fasten and swift to sever Hand from hand, as we stand by the sea) I will say no word that […]
English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 2. Исаак Уоттс.
Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс) Hymn 2 The deity and humanity of Christ. John 1:1,3,14; Col. 1:16. Ere the blue heav’ns were stretched abroad, From everlasting was the Word: With God he was; the Word was God, And must divinely be adored. By his own power […]
English Poetry. Henry Livingston. To the Memory of Sarah Livingston. Генри Ливингстон.
Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон) To the Memory of Sarah Livingston BEYOND where billows roll or tempests vex Is gone the gentlest of the gentle sex! —Her brittle bark on life’s wild ocean tost Unequal to the conflict soon was lost. Severe her sufferings! much, alas, she bore, […]
English Poetry. Lucy Maud Montgomery. As the Heart Hopes. Люси Мод Монтгомери.
Lucy Maud Montgomery (Люси Мод Монтгомери) As the Heart Hopes It is a year dear one, since you afar Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight A wondrous year! perchance in many a star You have sojourned, or basked within the light Of mightier suns; it may […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. In Examination. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) In Examination Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold, The golden glory that drowned and crowned me Eddied and swayed through the room . . . Around […]
English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. Satan Broken Loose. Перси Биши Шелли. Тень Ада
Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли) Satan Broken Loose A golden-winged Angel stood Before the Eternal Judgement-seat: His looks were wild, and Devils’ blood Stained his dainty hands and feet. The Father and the Son Knew that strife was now begun. They knew that Satan had broken his […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Whales Weep Not!. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Whales Weep Not! They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent. All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge on and on, and […]
English Poetry. Thomas Aird. The Devil’s Dream on Mount Aksbeck. Томас Эрд.
Thomas Aird (Томас Эрд) The Devil’s Dream on Mount Aksbeck Beyond the north where Ural hills from polar tempests run, A glow went forth at midnight hour as of unwonted sun; Upon the north at midnight hour a mighty noise was heard, As if with all his trampling […]
English Poetry. George Eliot. How Lisa Loved the King. Джордж Элиот.
George Eliot (Джордж Элиот) How Lisa Loved the King Six hundred years ago, in Dante’s time, Before his cheek was furrowed by deep rhyme; When Europe, fed afresh from Eastern story, Was like a garden tangled with the glory Of flowers hand-planted and of flowers air-sown, Climbing and […]
English Poetry. Charles Wesley. Hark! A Voice Divides the Sky. Чарльз Уэсли.
Charles Wesley (Чарльз Уэсли) * * * Hark! A voice divides the sky! Happy are the faithful dead, In the Lord who sweetly die, They from all their toils are freed. Them the Spirit hath declared Blessed, unutterably blessed; Jesus is their great reward, Jesus is their endless […]
Английская поэзия. Редьярд Киплинг. «Расходы и поступления». (1919-1926). 9. Джейн выходит замуж. Rudyard Kipling. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 9. Jane’s Marriage
Редьярд Киплинг (Rudyard Kipling) «Расходы и поступления». (1919-1926). 9. Джейн выходит замуж Попала Джейн, – Джейн О́стин, – в Рай, И это справедливо. И в кресло деву усадил Сэр Вальтер хлопотливо.1 И дон испанский Мигуэ́ль,2 А также Генри с То́би,3 А также сэр Вильям Шекспир […]
Английская поэзия. Айзек Розенберг. Дочери войны. Isaac Rosenberg. Daughters of War
Айзек Розенберг (Isaac Rosenberg) Дочери войны Румяная свобода рук и ног – Расхристанная пляска духа с плотью, Где корни Древа Жизни. (Есть сторона обратная вещей, Что скрыта от мудрейших глаз земли.) Я наблюдал мистические пляски Прекрасных дочерей прошедшей битвы: Они из окровавленного тела Наивную выманивали душу, Чтоб […]
Английская поэзия. Перси Биши Шелли. Тень Ада. Percy Bysshe Shelley. Satan Broken Loose
Перси Биши Шелли (Percy Bysshe Shelley) Тень Ада Прекрасный ангел златокрылый Пред троном Судии предстал: Стопы и длани кровь багрила, Взор обезумевший блуждал. Он известил Отца и Сына, Что бытия мрачна картина, Что Сатана освобожден И что несметный легион Бесов пустил по свету он… Он смолк – и […]
Love’s Wisdom poem – Alfred Austin
Love, that in my mind seeks Reason’s aid. Paraphrase. I crave not love, for it would only bring Tears to your eyes, and anguish to your heart; I am in Autumn, you are still in Spring, And you must linger after I depart. Then to you Summer would scarce Summer be, Vainly for you […]
Love’s Fitfulness poem – Alfred Austin
You say that I am fitful. Sweet, ’tis true; But ’tis that I your fitfulness obey. If you are April, how can I be May, Or flaunt bright roses when you wear sad rue? Shine like the sun, and my sky will be blue; Sing, and the lark shall envy me my lay: I […]
Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
Why love life more, the less of it be left, And what is left be little but the lees, And Time’s subsiding passions have bereft One’s taste for pleasure, and one’s power to please? Is it not better, like the waning year, Without lament resignedly to fade, Since by enduring ordinance all things here […]
Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
Why love life more, the less of it be left, And what is left be little but the lees, And Time’s subsiding passions have bereft One’s taste for pleasure, and one’s power to please? Is it not better, like the waning year, Without lament resignedly to fade, Since by enduring ordinance all things here […]
Lost poem – Alfred Austin
Sweet lark! that, bedded in the tangled grass, Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, arise! The brightest moments of the morning pass- Thou shouldst be up, and carolling in the skies. Go up! go up! and melt into the blue, And to heaven’s veil on wings of song repair; But, ere thou dost descend to earth, […]
Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire poem – Alfred Austin
I “River rolling past the grey Battlements of yesterday, Palace strongholds reared by hands Summoned from transalpine lands, Skilled in wedding strength with grace, Fort with stately dwelling-place, Vizored brow with siren tress, Majesty with loveliness,- River, that beheld their sway Dawn and dwindle, then decay, Linger, loiter, while I sit, As the sunshine-shadows […]
Let The Weary World Go Round poem – Alfred Austin
Let the weary world go round! What care I? Life’s a surfeiting of sound: I would die. It would be so sweet to lie Under waving grasses, Where a maiden’s footstep sly, Tremulous for a lover nigh, Sometimes passes. Why, why remain? Graves are the sovereign simples Against life’s pain; Graves are the sheltering […]
Leszko The Bastard poem – Alfred Austin
“Why do I bid the rising gale To waft me from your shore? Why hail I, as the vultures hail, The scent of far-off gore? Why wear I with defiant pride The Paynim’s badge and gear, Though I am vowed to Christ that died, And fain would staunch the gaping side That felt the […]
Is Life Worth Living? poem – Alfred Austin
Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo’s song, To show that she is here; So long as May of April takes, In smiles and tears, farewell, And windflowers dapple all the brakes, And primroses the dell; While children in the woodlands yet Adorn […]
Inflexible As Fate poem – Alfred Austin
When for one brief dark hour Rome’s virile sway Felt the sharp shock of Cannae’s adverse day, Forum, and field, and Senate-House were rent With cries of nor misgiving nor lament, Only of men contending now who should Purchase the spot on which the Victor stood. Legion on legion sprang up from the ground, […]
In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo poem – Alfred Austin
Hark! Spring is coming. Her herald sings, Cuckoo! The air resounds and the woodland rings, Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Leave the milking pail and the mantling cream, And down by the meadow, and up by the stream, Where movement is music and life a dream, In the month when sings the cuckoo. Away with old Winter’s […]
In The Forum poem – Alfred Austin
The last warm gleams of sunset fade From cypress spire and stonepine dome, And, in the twilight’s deepening shade, Lingering, I scan the wrecks of Rome. Husht the Madonna’s Evening Bell; The steers lie loosed from wain and plough; The vagrant monk is in his cell, The meek nun-novice cloistered now. Pedant’s presumptuous voice […]
In Sutton Woods poem – Alfred Austin
There-peace once more; the restless roar Of troubled cities dies away. “Welcome to our broad shade once more,” The dear old woodlands seem to say. The sweet suggestions of the wind, That spake in whispers, now are stilled; The songless branches all remind That summer’s glory is fulfilled. The petulant plaint of falling leaves […]
In Praise Of England poem – Alfred Austin
From tangled brake and trellised bower Bring every bud that blows, But never will you find the flower To match an English rose. It blooms with more than city grace, Though rustic and apart; It has a smile upon its face, And a dewdrop in its heart. Though wide the goodly world around Your […]
Impromptu: To Frances Garnet Wolseley poem – Alfred Austin
Little maiden just beginning To be comely, arch, and winning, In whose form I catch the traces Of your mother’s gifts and graces, And around whose head the glory Of your father’s growing story, O’er whose cradle, fortune-guided, Mars and Venus both presided, May your fuller years inherit Female charm and manly merit, So […]
If I To You But Sorry Bring poem – Alfred Austin
If I to you but sorrow bring, But aching hours and brackish tears, And that poor drooping Hope whose wing Flags ‘neath the weight of clogging fears, Then let me in the desert hide This fatal gift, this feverish breast; Or, better,’neath the sounding tide Be hushed, and evermore at rest. What recks it […]
I Chide Not At The Seasons poem – Alfred Austin
I chide not at the seasons, for if Spring With backward look refuses to be fair, My Love still more than April makes me sing, And shows May blossom in the bleak March air. Should Summer fail its tryst, or June delay To wreathe my porch with roses red and pale, Her breath is […]
Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
I What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed away; Something pleasant, something fair, That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there. Now from the pasture comes no baby bleat, Nor the frisk of frolic feet There is seen. Blossom and bloom have spread their wings, and […]
Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
“Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life, Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife; Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet, Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet: Daughter, wife, and mother in turn, and each with a blameless […]
Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin
Hearken not, friend, for the resounding din That did the Poet’s verses once acclaim: We are but gleaners in the field of fame, Whence the main harvest hath been gathered in. The sheaves of glory you are fain to win, Long since were stored round many a household name, The reapers of the Past, […]