Стихи англоязычных поэтов с переводом на русский язык

William Ernest Henley «From a Window in Princes Street»

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Стихотворение английского поэта Уильяма Эрнеста Хенли (1849–1903) «Вид из окна на Принцесс-стрит» на английском языке с переводом на русский язык. From a Window in Princes Street Above the Crags that fade and gloom Starts the bare knee of Arthur’s Seat; Ridged high against the evening bloom, The Old Town rises, street on street; With lamps bejewelled, straight ahead, Like rampired walls the houses lean, All spired and domed and turreted, Sheer to the valley’s darkling green; Ranged in mysterious disarray, The Castle, menacing and austere, Looms through the lingering last of day; And in the silver dusk you hear,William Ernest … Читать далее →

Sonnet I by William Shakespeare

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Сонет I Уильяма Шекспира на английском языке и в десяти переводах на русский язык. Read by Luke Amadeus Ranieri I From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content … Читать далее →

Robert Frost «To the Thawing Wind»

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To the Thawing Wind Соте with rain, О loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower а dream; Make the settled snowbank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate’er you do tonight, Bathe my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ice will go; Melt the glass and leave the sticks Like а hermit’s crucifix; Burst into my narrow stall; Swing the picture on the wall; Run the rattling pages o’er; Scatter poems on the floor; Turn the poet out of door. Robert Lee Frost (1874 – 1963) Теплому ветру Теплый ветер, прилетай … Читать далее →

William Butler Yeats «Leda and the Swan»

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Leda and the Swan A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies? A shudder in the loins engenders there The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead. Being so caught up, So mastered by the brute blood of the air, … Читать далее →

Sonnet III by William Shakespeare

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Уильям Шексир. Сонет 3 III Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose unear’d womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb, Of his self-love, to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime: So thou through windows of thine age shall see, Despite of wrinkles, … Читать далее →

Robert Graves «To Bring the Dead to Life»

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To Bring the Dead to Life To bring the dead to life Is no great magic. Few are wholly dead: Blow on a dead man’s embers And a live flame will start. Let his forgotten griefs be now, And now his withered hopes; Subdue your pen to his handwriting Until it prove as natural To sign his name as yours. Limp as he limped, Swear by the oaths he swore; If he wore black, affect the same; If he had gouty fingers, Be yours gouty too. Assemble tokens intimate of him — A ring, a hood, a desk: Around these … Читать далее →

Edward Lear «The Nutcrackers and the Sugar-Tongs»

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The Nutcrackers and the Sugar-Tongs I The Nutcrackers sate by a plate on the table, The Sugar-tongs sate by a plate at his side; And the Nutcrackers said, ‘Don’t you wish we were able ‘Along the blue hills and green meadows to ride? ‘Must we drag on this stupid existence for ever, ‘So idle so weary, so full of remorse, — ‘While every one else takes his pleasure, and never ‘Seems happy unless he is riding a horse? II ‘Don’t you think we could ride without being instructed? ‘Without any saddle, or bridle, or spur? ‘Our legs are so long, … Читать далее →