It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke;
In vain it something would have spoke:
The love within too strong for ‘t was,
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.
I thought that this some remedy might prove;
But oh, the mighty serpent Love,
Cut by this chance in pieces small,
In all still liv’d, and still it stung in all.
And now, alas! each little broken part
Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
And every smallest corner still
Lives with that torment which the whole did kill.
Even so rude armies, when the field they quit,
And into several quarters get;
Each troop does spoil and ruin more
Than all join’d in one body did before.
How many Loves reign in my bosom now!
How many loves, yet all of you!
Thus have I chang’d with evil fate
My Monarch-love into a Tyrant-state.
A few random poems:
- Омар Хайям – Без меня собираясь в застолье хмельном
- Владимир Орлов – Март
- Нина Воронель – Неровен час
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams. Томас Мур.
- The Bonnie House O’ Airly poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Protest poem by Susan King Saunders
- Такахама Кёси – Кажется мне
- A Cruel Mistress. by Thomas Carew
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Когда бы
- Reason The Use Of It In Divine Matters
- Robert Burns: On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico:
- For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her by William Strode
- Song Of The Devoted Slave
- Robert Burns: To A Louse: On Seeing One On A Lady’s Bonnet, At Church
- Николай Тихонов – Гулливер играет в карты
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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот и настал этот час опять
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот, главный вход
- Владимир Высоцкий – Войны и голодухи натерпелися мы всласть
- Владимир Высоцкий – Водой наполненные горсти
- Владимир Высоцкий – Веселая покойницкая
- Владимир Высоцкий – Побег на рывок
- Владимир Высоцкий – В холода, в холода
- Владимир Высоцкий – В тюрьме Таганской нас стало мало
- Владимир Высоцкий – В тайгу
- Владимир Высоцкий – В Средней Азии безобразие
- Владислав Ходасевич – Опять во тьме. У наших ног
- Владислав Ходасевич – Окна во двор
- Владислав Ходасевич – Обо всем в одних стихах не скажешь
- Владислав Ходасевич – О, если б в этот час желанного покоя
- Владислав Ходасевич – Новый год
- Владислав Ходасевич – Ночь
- Владислав Ходасевич – Ни розового сада
- Владислав Ходасевич – Нет, не шотландской королевой
- Владислав Ходасевич – Нет, молодость, ты мне была верна
- Яков Полонский – Диссонанс
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.