A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
As o’er the vessel’s side she leant,
She saw the swimmer in the sea
With eager eyes on her intent,
“Come down, come down and swim with me.”
So weary was she of her lot,
Tired of the ship’s monotony,
She straightway all the world forgot
Save the young swimmer in the sea
So when the dusky, dying light
Left all the water dark and dim,
She softly, in the friendly night,
Slipped down the vessel’s side to him.
Intent and brilliant, brightly dark,
She saw his burning, eager eyes,
And many a phosphorescent spark
About his shoulders fall and rise.
As through the hushed and Eastern night
They swam together, hand in hand,
Or lay and laughed in sheer delight
Full length upon the level sand.
“Ah, soft, delusive, purple night
Whose darkness knew no vexing moon!
Ah, cruel, needless, dawning light
That trembled in the sky too soon!”
A few random poems:
- Вероника Тушнова – В чем отказала я тебе
- Morning Rain by Tu Fu
- Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare
- Femme Fatale by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Writing to Onegin by Ruth Padel
- Михаил Ломоносов – Лишь только дневной шум замолк
- Владимир Британишский – Чай
- Homecoming by Robert Lowell
- A River Flows Underground by Satish Verma
- In Praise of Songs that Die by Vachel Lindsay
- Field Sports by William Somervile
- On The Death Of Swinburne by Sara Teasdale
- The Welsh Marches poem – A. E. Housman
- Ethiopia Saluting the Colors. by Walt Whitman
- The Frog’s Choice by William Somervile
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
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Poems in English
- Robert Burns: The Winter It Is Past:
- Robert Burns: To Daunton Me:
- Robert Burns: Talk Of Him That’s Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: The Lad They Ca’Jumpin John:
- Robert Burns: Duncan Davison :
- Robert Burns: Hey, The Dusty Miller:
- Robert Burns: How Long And Dreary Is The Night :
- Robert Burns: Up In The Morning Early:
- Robert Burns: Raving Winds Around Her Blowing: I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M’Leod of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the deranged state of his finances.-R.B., 1971.
- Robert Burns: My Hoggie:
- Robert Burns: Stay My Charmer:
- Robert Burns: M’Pherson’s Farewell:
- Robert Burns: To The Weavers Gin Ye Go:
- Robert Burns: I’m O’er Young To Marry Yet:
- Robert Burns: Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul:
- Robert Burns: Go On, Sweet Bird, And Sooth My Care:
- Robert Burns: Love In The Guise Of Friendship:
- Robert Burns: Sylvander To Clarinda: Extempore Reply to Verses addressed to the Author by a Lady, under the signature of “Clarinda” and entitled, On Burns saying he ‘had nothing else to do.’
- Robert Burns: On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston,: Late Lord President of the Court of Session.
- Robert Burns: Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787:
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Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.