Father, for Jesus’ sake,
Low at the footstool of Thy throne, I pray
That Thou, into Thine arms of love, to-day
My trembling soul wilt take.
Thine eyes can see, I know,
How many a dark and fearful spot of sin
Stains the white garment Thou didst clothe it in,
Once undefiled as snow.
I dare not come alone
Into Thy presence for that sin to plead;
But there is One who waits to intercede-
Whose merits will atone.
Into the holy place
He takes the incense of our common prayer,
Which, mingling with His own, ascendeth there
Up to Thy throne of grace.
All too unclean it is,
Too cold and weak, above this earth to rise,
Save He, in love eternal, sanctifies
And hallows it with His.
Therefore accept from me,
Through His hands, now, my weak and wavering will;
And deign my heart’s deep longing to fulfil,
As it seems best to Thee.
Pour down Thy healing light
Into the dark depths of my soul this day;
Dissolve the mists and shadows-oh, I pray,
Let it no more be night!
Spirit of love, reveal
All hidden sins against Thy blessed name,
That I may weep for them in utter shame
As in Thy church I kneel.
And now, oh cleanse them out!
Make fair again Thine olden dwelling-place;
And let the fruitful streams of love and grace
Compass it round about.
Lord, with repentance, give
Faith, deep and strong, that naught may undermine
Of all that’s evil in this world of Thine-
Faith that shall breathe and live.
Pour from the hallow’d cup
Our dear Lord’s stainless life into mine own;
Put it to my soul’s lips-so thirsty grown-
And let them drink it up.
A few random poems:
- If The World Was Crazy by Shel Silverstein
- Robert Burns: Dainty Davie:
- Stanzas To Miss Wylie poem – John Keats poems
- The Oak Of Guernica Supposed Address To The Same by William Wordsworth
- To… (Kern) poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: The Fall Of The Leaf:
- Robert Burns: The Book-Worms:
- Endless Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- Epitaph
- The Invisible by Rixa White
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот советской России враги. С каждым боритесь, пока не погиб (РОСТА № 179)
- The Tale of the Tiger-Tree by Vachel Lindsay
- To Me by William Barnes
- dear_bhikkhu_a_eulogy.html
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
- Валерий Брюсов – Где-то
- Валерий Брюсов – Газели
- Валерий Брюсов – Г.Г. Бахману (Вся красота тебе доступна)
- Валерий Брюсов – Фонарики
- Валерий Брюсов – Фламандцам
- Валерий Брюсов – Филлида
- Валерий Брюсов – Февраль
- Валерий Брюсов – Фаэтон
- Валерий Брюсов – Фабричная
- Валерий Брюсов – Её колени
- Валерий Брюсов – Еврейским девушкам
- Валерий Брюсов – Эту ночь я дышал тишиной
- Валерий Брюсов – Это я
- Валерий Брюсов – Это – не надежда и не вера
- Валерий Брюсов – Это матовым вечером мая
- Валерий Брюсов – Это было? Неужели?
- Валерий Брюсов – Есть поразительная белость
- Валерий Брюсов – Есть что-то позорное в мощи природы
- Валерий Брюсов – Италия
- Валерий Брюсов – Исполненное обещание романтическая поэма
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
Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.