Стихи англоязычных поэтов с переводом на русский язык

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “The Arrow and the Song”

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The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) Стрела … Читать далее →

Lord Alfred Douglas «Ode To Autumn»

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Стихотворение английского поэта и переводчика Альфреда Брюса Дугласа «Ода к осени» на английском и русском языках. Ode To Autumn Thou sombre lady of down—bended head, And weary lashes drooping to the cheek, With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted, And listless hands more tired with strife than meek; Turn here thy soft brown feet, and to my heart, Unmatched to Summer’s golden minstrelsy, Or Spring’s shrill pipe of joy, sing once again Sad songs, and I to thee Well tuned, will answer that according part That jarred with those young seasons’ gladder strain. Give me thy empty branches for the … Читать далее →

Thomas Hardy «Birds at Winter», «Lying awake»

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Стихи английского поэта Томаса Харди на английском и русском языках. Birds at Winter (triolet) Around the house the flakes fly faster, And all the berries now are gone From holly and cotoneaster Around the house. The flakes fly! — faster Shutting indoors the crumb-outcaster We used to see upon the lawn Around the house. The flakes fly faster And all the berries now are gone! Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) Птицы зимой (триолет) Вкруг дома хлопья кружат быстро, И ягод нету ни одной На тонких ветках остролиста Вкруг дома. Хлопья кружат, быстро Стуча в окошко органиста, Бродившего иной порой Вкруг дома. Хлопья … Читать далее →

Emily Dickinson «Success is counted sweetest…»

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* * * Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend а nectаr Reqires sorest need. Not one of аll the purple Host Who took the Flаg todаy Cаn tell the definition So cleаr of Victory Аs He defeаted — dying — On whose forbidden eаr The distаnt strаins of triumph Burst аgonised аnd cleаr! Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) * * * Успех всегда так сладок Не ведавшим его. Постигнуть вкус нектара Лишь страждущим дано. Никто в пурпурном Воинстве Поднявшем Флаг с земли Не может смысл Победы Точней определить Чем тот — сраженный — Воин Чей угасает слух, … Читать далее →

Edna St. Vincent Millay «Recuerdo»

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Стихотворение на английском языке. Читает автор. Recuerdo We were very tired, we were very merry— We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable— But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon. We were very tired, we were very merry— We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry; And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear, From a dozen of each we … Читать далее →

Emily Dickinson «Because I could not stop for Death…»

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* * * Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun – Or rather – He passed us – The Dews drew quivering and chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – … Читать далее →

Robert Burns «I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain»

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Стихотворение Роберта Бернса (1759 — 1796) «У меня есть жена…» на английском языке и в пяти переводах на русский язык. I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain I Hae a wife of my ain, I’ll partake wi’ naebody; I’ll take Cuckold frae nane, I’ll gie Cuckold to naebody. I hae a penny to spend, There-thanks to naebody! I hae naething to lend, I’ll borrow frae naebody. I am naebody’s lord, I’ll be slave to naebody; I hae a gude braid sword, I’ll tak dunts frae naebody. I’ll be merry and free, I’ll be sad for naebody; Naebody cares for me, … Читать далее →