The ocean heaves around us still

With long and measured swell,

The autumn gales our canvas fill,

Our ship rides smooth and well.

The broad Atlantic’s bed of foam

Still breaks against our prow;

I shed no tears at quitting home,

Nor will I shed them now!

Against the bulwarks on the poop

I lean, and watch the sun

Behind the red horizon stoop —

His race is nearly run.

Those waves will never quench his light,

O’er which they seem to close,

To-morrow he will rise as bright

As he this morning rose.

How brightly gleams the orb of day

Across the trackless sea!

How lightly dance the waves that play

Like dolphins in our lee!

The restless waters seem to say,

In smothered tones to me,

How many thousand miles away

My native land must be!

Speak, Ocean! is my Home the same

Now all is new to me? —

The tropic sky’s resplendent flame,

The vast expanse of sea?

Does all around her, yet unchanged,

The well-known aspect wear?

Oh! can the leagues that I have ranged

Have made no difference there?

How vivid Recollection’s hand

Recalls the scene once more!

I see the same tall poplars stand

Beside the garden door;

I see the bird-cage hanging still;

And where my sister set

The flowers in the window-sill —

Can they be living yet?

Let woman’s nature cherish grief,

I rarely heave a sigh

Before emotion takes relief

In listless apathy;

While from my pipe the vapours curl

Towards the evening sky,

And ‘neath my feet the billows whirl

In dull monotony!

The sky still wears the crimson streak

Of Sol’s departing ray,

Some briny drops are on my cheek,

‘Tis but the salt sea spray!

Then let our barque the ocean roam,

Our keel the billows plough;

I shed no tears at quitting home,

Nor will I shed them now!

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Poems in English 

• Владимир Набоков – Стансы (Ничем не смоешь подписи косой) by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Спроси у хрустальной луны by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Скитальцы by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Шахматный конь by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Санкт-Петербург by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Расстрел by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Путь by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Пускай все горестней и глуше by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Простая песня, грусть простая by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Поэт by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Памяти друга by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Осень by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – О, любовь, ты светла и крылата by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – О чем я думаю by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – На сельском кладбище by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Мечтал я о тебе так часто by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Лыжный прыжок by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Кубы by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Кинематораф by Владимир Набоков
• Владимир Набоков – Какое сделал я дурное дело by Владимир Набоков

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Russian Commerce Agency

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Doska or the Board – write anything

Search engines:

Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)

Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.

Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees

Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.

Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.

 

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