………
This only grant me : that my means may lie
Too low for envy, for contempt too high.
Some honour I would have,
Not from great deeds, but good alone ;
Th’ ignote are better than ill-known,
Rumor can ope the grave.
Acquaintance I would hug, but when ‘t depends
Not from the number, but the choice of friends.
Books should, not business, entertain the light,
And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the night.
My house a cottage more
Than palace, and should fitting be
For all my use, no luxury.
My garden painted o’er
With nature’s hand, not art’s, and pleasures yield
Horace might envy in his Sabine field.
Thus would I double my life’s fading space,
For he that runs it well twice runs his race.
And in this true delight,
These unbought sports and happy state
I would not fear, nor wish my fate,
But boldly say each night,
To-morrow let my sun his beams display,
Or in clouds hide them ; I have lived to-day.
A few random poems:
- Владимир Маяковский – Раньше были писатели белоручки… (Роста №52)
- Алишер Навои – Если б был я быстрым ветром
- any_man_speaks.html
- An Autumn Reverie by William Topaz McGonagall
- I Had To Leave by Subhash Misra
- Robert Burns: Extemporaneous Effusion: On being appointed to an Excise division.
- Christmas Holidays by Thomas Hood
- The Real Work by Wendell Berry
- An Antheme by William Strode
- She and Drugs by Mark R Slaughter
- Владимир Высоцкий – Зарисовка о Ленинграде
- The Comforters by Rudyard Kipling
- If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem by Yehuda Amichai
- Where Is David, the Next King of Israel? by Vachel Lindsay
- dear owl, forlorn like King Lear by Raj Arumugam
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
- Юлиан Анисимов – Круглогодие
- Юлиан Анисимов – Камнем сгрудилась комната
- Юлиан Анисимов – Из Рильке
- Ярослав Смеляков – Земляника
- Ярослав Смеляков – Здравствуй, Пушкин
- Ярослав Смеляков – Я отюдова уйду
- Ярослав Смеляков – Хорошая девочка Лида
- Ярослав Смеляков – Вот опять ты мне вспомнилась, мама
- Ярослав Смеляков – В защиту домино
- Ярослав Смеляков – Три витязя
- Ярослав Смеляков – Стихи, написанные в псковской гостинице
- Ярослав Смеляков – Стихи, написанные на почте
- Ярослав Смеляков – Шинель
- Ярослав Смеляков – Русский язык
- Юлия Друнина – Геологиня
- Юлия Друнина – Есть время любить
- Юлия Друнина – Есть праздники, что навсегда с тобой
- Юлия Друнина – Елка
- Юлия Друнина – Два вечера
- Юлия Друнина – Другу
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.