What shall we say, since silent now is he
Who when he spoke, all things would silent be?
Who had so many languages in store,
That only fame shall speak of him in more;
Whom England now no more return’d must see;
He’s gone to heaven on his fourth embassy.
On earth he travell’d often; not to say
H’ had been abroad, or pass loose time away.
In whatsoever land he chanc’d to come,
He read the men and manners, bringing home
Their wisdom, learning, and their piety,
As if he went to conquer, not to see.
So well he understood the most and best
Of tongues, that Babel sent into the West;
Spoke them so truly, that he had (you’d swear)
Not only liv’d, but been born every-where.
Justly each nation’s speech to him was known,
Who for the world was made, not us alone;
Nor ought the language of that man be less,
Who in his breast had all things to express.
We say that learning’s endless, and blame Fate
For not allowing life a longer date:
He did the utmost bounds of knowledge find,
He found them not so large as was his mind;
But, like the brave Pellæan youth, did moan
Because that art had no more worlds than one;
And, when he saw that he through all had past,
He dy’d, lest he should idle grow at last.
A few random poems:
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ! Шахтер раздет… (РОСТА №603)
- Mine Sweepers by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonet 54 by William Alexander
- Leisure by William Henry Davies
- Tiger Drinking at Forest Pool by Ruth Padel
- Sonnet # 21 by Luis A. Estable
- Николай Гербель – Простор
- Aubade by William Shakespeare
- “According to the Mighty Working” by Thomas Hardy
- On The Death Of A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes by Thomas Gray
- Robert Burns: Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer:
- Give me a doctor by W H Auden
- Man And The Echo by William Butler Yeats
- Lit Instructor by William Stafford
- An Epistle to A Friend
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
- A June-Tide Echo poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Greek Girl poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Farewell poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Cross-Road Epitaph poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Vacant Lot With Pokeweed poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Syrinx poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Salvage poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Nothing Stays Put poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Fog poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Exmoor poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Vacant Lot With Pokeweed poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Easter Morning poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Beach Glass poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Silence poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Syrinx poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Salvage poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Hermit Thrush poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
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.