Whilst what I write I do not see,
I dare thus, ev’n to you, write poetry.
Ah, foolish Muse! which dost so high aspire,
And know’st her judgment well,
How much it does thy power excel,
Yet dar’st be read by, thy just doom, the fire.
Alas! thou think’st thyself secure,
Because thy form is innocent and pure:
Like hypocrites, which seem unspotted here;
But, when they sadly come to die,
And the last fire their truth must try,
Scrawled o’er like thee, and blotted, they appear.
Go then, but reverently go,
And, since thou needs must sin, confess it too:
Confess ‘t, and with humility clothe thy shame;
For thou, who else must burned be
An heretick, if she pardon thee,
Mayst like a martyr then enjoy the flame.
But, if her wisdom grow severe,
And suffer not her goodness to be there;
If her large mercies cruelly it restrain;
Be not discourag’d, but require
A more gentle ordeal fire,
And bid her by love’s flames read it again.
Strange power of heat! thou yet dost show
Like winter-earth, naked, or cloth’d with snow:
But as, the quickening sun approaching near,
The plants arise up by degrees;
A sudden paint adorns the trees,
And all kind Nature’s characters appear.
So, nothing yet in thee is seen;
But, when a genial heat warms thee within,
A new-born wood of various lines there grows;
Here buds an A, and there a B,
Here sprouts a V, and there a T,
And all the flourishing letters stand in rows.
Still, silly paper! thou wilt think
That all this might as well be writ with ink:
Oh, no; there’s sense in this, and mystery-
Thou now mayst change thy author’s name,
And to her hand lay noble claim;
For, as she reads, she makes, the words in thee.
Yet – if thine own unworthiness
Will still that thou art mine, not hers confess-
Consume thy self with fire before her eyes,
And so her grace or pity move:
The gods, though beasts they do not love,
Yet like them when they ‘re burnt in sacrifice.
A few random poems:
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот и настал этот час опять
- To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat poem – Alfred Austin
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Дафнис подслушивает сов
- Владимир Маяковский – Ужасающая фамильярность
- Федор Тютчев – Как дымный столп светлеет в вышине
- For Mêng Hao-jan by Wang Wei
- Омар Хайям – Будь камнем твердым я
- Владимир Высоцкий – Однако, втягивать живот
- On The High Pedestal by Shahida Latif
- Oh Day Of Fire And Sun by Sara Teasdale
- Translations Dante Inferno Canto Xxvi
- Robert Burns: The Henpecked Husband:
- City Times and Other Poems
- Robert Burns: Death and Doctor Hornbook : A True Story
- Absence: A Farewell Ode On Quitting School For Jesus College by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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 Scot To Jeanne D’Arc poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A Portrait Of 1783 poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A Highly Valuable Chain Of Thoughts poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Young Love poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-borow poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Upon An Eunuch; A Poet. Fragment poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Translated poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Tom May’s Death poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- To Songs At the Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors poem – Andrew Marvell poems
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- To His Noble Friend, Mr. Richard Lovelace, Upon His Poems poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- To Christina, Queen of Sweden poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Thoughts in a Garden poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Unfortunate Lover poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Picture Of Little T.C. In A Prospect Of Flowers poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Mower’s Song poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Faun poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Mower To The Glo-Worms poem – Andrew Marvell poems
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.