‘Tis true, I’have lov’d already three or four,
And shall three or four hundred more;
I’ll love each fair one that I see,
Till I find one at last that shall love me.
That shall my Canaan be, the fatal soil,
That ends my wandrings, and my toil.
I’ll settle there and happy grow;
The Country does with Milk and Honey flow.
The Needle trembles so, and turns about,
Till it the Northern Point find out:
But constant then and fixt does prove,
Fixt, that his dearest Pole as soon may move.
Then may my Vessel torn and shipwrackt be,
If it put forth again to Sea:
It never more abroad shall rome,
Though’t could next voyage bring the Indies home.
But I must sweat in Love, and labour yet,
Till I a Competency get.
They’re slothful fools who leave a Trade,
Till they a moderate fortune by’t have made.
Variety I ask not; give me One
To live perpetually upon.
The person Love does to us fit,
Like Manna, has the Tast of all in it.
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Esteem For Chloris:
- Her Dream by William Butler Yeats
- A Question poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Verses To Clarinda: Sent with a Pair of Wine-Glasses.
- An Address to the Rev. George Gilfillan by William Topaz McGonagall
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Утро
- I Remember by Stevie Smith
- Mummy, mummy who invented school? by Raj Arumugam
- Михаил Лермонтов – Завещание
- Sonnet 04 poem – John Milton poems
- Robert Burns: I Hae Been At Crookieden:
- My Boy Jack by Rudyard Kipling
- Жан де Лафонтен – Обезьяна и Дельфин
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 A Little Girl That Has Told A Lie
- Guillaume de Lorris Belated: A Vision of Italy by Ezra Pound
- An Ode to the Democratic Rat
- Sonnet, an encyclopedic definition
- To A Feminist
- 对于女权主义者
- To the Rat’s Pencil
- 致老鼠的铅笔
- Toward Salvation
- My rat
- I Love My Rat
- 我爱我的老鼠
- Афанасий Фет – Сад весь в цвету
- Impostor’s Coronation
- Monster’s Cave
- 白色四月
- White April
- 我被包围了
- Surrounded
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.