Awake, awake, my Lyre!
And tell thy silent master’s humble tale
In sounds that may prevail;
Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:
Though so exalted she
And I so lowly be
Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
Hark, how the strings awake!
And, though the moving hand approach not near,
Themselves with awful fear
A kind of numerous trembling make.
Now all thy forces try;
Now all thy charms apply;
Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye.
Weak Lyre! thy virtue sure
Is useless here, since thou art only found
To cure, but not to wound,
And she to wound, but not to cure,
Too weak too wilt thou prove
My passion to remove;
Physic to other ills, thou’rt nourishment to love.
Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre!
For thou canst never tell my humble tale
In sounds that will prevail,
Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire;
All thy vain mirth lay by,
Bid thy strings silent lie,
Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre, and let thy master die.
A few random poems:
- The Needle poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Paper Nautilus by Marianne Moore
- Story By Lalla Ji The Priest
- Robert Burns: On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis”:
- On the Birth of a Posthumous Child by Robert Burns
- Road-Song of the Bandar-Log by Rudyard Kipling
- Night A-Zetten In by William Barnes
- Double Ballade Of Primitive Man poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring by William Shakespeare
- Нина Воронель – Суд современников не значит ни черта
- Faun by Sylvia Plath
- Love Sonnet XLIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- The islands of happiness
- Nigra Sum poem – Andrea “Vocab” Sanderson poems | Poems and Poetry
- On The Astrologers (From The Greek) by William Cowper
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
- Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees by William Shakespeare
- Orpheus by William Shakespeare
- Not marble nor the guilded monuments (Sonnet 55) by William Shakespeare
- Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14) by William Shakespeare
- Love by William Shakespeare
- It was a Lover and his Lass by William Shakespeare
- Hark! Hark! The Lark by William Shakespeare
- From you have I been absent in the spring… (Sonnet 98) by William Shakespeare
- from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare
- Fidele by William Shakespeare
- Fear No More by William Shakespeare
- Fairy Land v by William Shakespeare
- Fairy Land iv by William Shakespeare
- Fairy Land iii by William Shakespeare
- Fairy Land ii by William Shakespeare
- Dirge of the Three Queens by William Shakespeare
- Dirge by William Shakespeare
- Carpe Diem by William Shakespeare
- Bridal Song by William Shakespeare
- Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind by William Shakespeare
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.