Time fly with greater speed away,
Add feathers to thy wings,
Till thy haste in flying brings
That wished-for and expected Day.
Comfort’s Son we then shall see,
Though at first it darkened be
With dangers yet, those clouds but gone,
Our Day will put his lustre on.
Then though Death’s sad night appear,
And we in lonely silence rest;
Our ravish’d Souls no more shall fear,
But with lasting day be blest.
And then no friends can part us more,
Nor no new death extend its power;
Thus there’s nothing can dissever
Hearts which Love hath joined together.
A few random poems:
- A Song by Thomas Carew
- Robert Burns: The Raptures Of Folly:
- I Hardly Remember by Rafael Guillen
- Гавриил Державин – Пчелка
- A Do’set Sale by William Barnes
- Winter Dream poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Steeds of Autumn by Todd H. C. Fischer
- Towns in Colour poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Intruder
- Tithonus
- After Love by Sara Teasdale
- Jilted by Sylvia Plath
- Friend by Rabindranath Tagore
- Жан Расин – Британик
- Георгий Иванов – Балтийское море дымилось
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- To Sleep poem – John Keats poems
- To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent poem – John Keats poems
- To My Brothers poem – John Keats poems
- To My Brother George poem – John Keats poems
- To Mrs Reynolds’ Cat poem – John Keats poems
- To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- To Hope poem – John Keats poems
- To Homer poem – John Keats poems
- To Haydon poem – John Keats poems
- To G.A.W. poem – John Keats poems
- To Fanny poem – John Keats poems
- To Byron poem – John Keats poems
- To Autumn poem – John Keats poems
- To Ailsa Rock poem – John Keats poems
- To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown poem – John Keats poems
- To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses poem – John Keats poems
- To poem – John Keats poems
- This Living Hand poem – John Keats poems
- Think Of It Not, Sweet One poem – John Keats poems
- The Human Seasons poem – John Keats poems
More external links (open in a new tab):
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.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.