Life’s a name
That nothing here can truly claim;
This wretched inn, where we scarce stay to bait,
We call our dwelling-place!
And mighty voyages we take,
And mighty journeys seem to make,
O’er sea and land, the little point that has no space.
Because we fight and battles gain,
Some captives call, and say, “the rest are slain”;
Because we heap up yellow earth, and so
Rich, valiant, wise, and virtuous seem to grow;
Because we draw a long nobility
From hieroglyphic proofs of heraldry-
We grow at last by Custom to believe,
That really we Live;
Whilst all these Shadows, that for Things we take,
Are but the empty Dreams which in Death’s sleep we make.
A few random poems:
- Николай Карамзин – К милости
- The Land Of Happy by Shel Silverstein
- Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle, poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The house where I was born (10) by Yves Bonnefoy
- A man toiled on a burning road by Stephen Crane
- Вера Павлова – Перед дальней дорогой
- On the Building of Springfield by Vachel Lindsay
- THE WAX PALACE by Satish Verma
- England’s Answer by Rudyard Kipling
- Lover’s Gifts LVI: The Evening Was Lonely by Rabindranath Tagore
- Those seven days by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Past and Present by Thomas Hood
- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth
- Юнна Мориц – На Трафальгарской площади ночной
- last_word_to_childhood.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
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.