As to a northern people (whom the sun
Uses just as the Romish church has done
Her prophane laity, and does assign
Bread only both to serve for bread and wine)
A rich Canary fleet welcome arrives;
Such comfort to us here your letter gives,
Fraught with brisk racy verses; in which we
The soil from whence they came, taste, smell, and see:
Such is your present to us; for you must know,
Sir, that verse does not in this island grow,
No more than sack; one lately did not fear
(Without the Muses’ leave) to plant it here;
But it produc’d such base, rough, crabbed, hedge-
Rhymes, as ev’n set the hearers’ ears on edge:
Written by – – Esquire, the
Year of our Lord six hundred thirty-three.
Brave Jersey Muse! and he’s for this high style
Call’d to this day the Homer of the Isle.
Alas! to men here no words less hard be
To rhyme with, than * Mount Orgueil is to me;
Mount Orgueil! which, in scorn o’ th’ Muses’ law,
With no yoke-fellow word will deign to draw.
Stubborn Mount Orgueil! ‘t is a work to make it
Come into rhyme, more hard than ‘t were to take it.
Alas! to bring your tropes and figures here,
Strange as to bring camels and elephants were;
And metaphor is so unknown a thing,
‘T would need the preface of “God save the King.”
Yet this I’ll say, for th’ honour of the place,
That, by God’s extraordinary grace
(Which shows the people have judgment, if not wit)
The land is undefil’d with Clinches yet;
Which, in my poor opinion, I confess,
Is a most singular blessing, and no less
Than Ireland’s wanting spiders. And, so far
From th’ actual sin of bombast too they are,
(That other crying sin o’ th’ English Muse)
That even Satan himself can accuse
None here (no not so much as the divines)
For th’ motus primò primi to strong lines.
Well, since the soil then does not naturally bear
Verse, who (a devil) should import it here?
For that to me would seem as strange a thing
As who did first wild beasts into islands bring;
Unless you think that it might taken be
As Green did Gondibert, in a prize at sea:
But that’s a fortune falls not every day;
‘Tis true Green was made by it; for they say
The parliament did a noble bounty do,
And gave him the whole prize, their tenths and fifteens too.
A few random poems:
- It Is a Beauteous Evening by William Wordsworth
- Song—Ae fond Kiss by Robert Burns
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Орест (перевод)
- Love and Law by Vachel Lindsay
- When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes (Sonnet 29) by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Маяковский – Если белогвардейщину не добьем совсем… (РОСТА №148)
- At Tynemouth Priory by William Lisle Bowles
- Владимир Маяковский – В РСФСР 130 миллионов населения (Агитплакаты)
- The Nearness That Is All by Samuel Hazo
- Wandering Singers by Sarojini Naidu
- Xai Kou From Book Seeds Of Faith
- Lines to a Gentleman who sent a Newspaper by Robert Burns
- Омар Хайям – Для тех, кто умирает
- When To The Attractions Of The Busy World by William Wordsworth
- The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats
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
- Poem (The lump of coal my parents teased) by William Matthews
- Beautiful Balmoral by William Topaz McGonagall
- Beautiful Balmerino by William Topaz McGonagall
- Baldovan by William Topaz McGonagall
- Attempted Assassination of the Queen by William Topaz McGonagall
- Annie Marshall the Foundling by William Topaz McGonagall
- An Ode to the Queen by William Topaz McGonagall
- An Autumn Reverie by William Topaz McGonagall
- An All-Night Sea Fight by William Topaz McGonagall
- An Adventure in the Life of King James V of Scotland by William Topaz McGonagall
- An Address to the Rev. George Gilfillan by William Topaz McGonagall
- Adventures of King Robert the Bruce by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Tribute to Mr Murphy and the Blue Ribbon Army by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Tribute to Mr J. Graham Henderson, The World’s Fair Judge by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Tribute to Henry M. Stanley by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Tribute to Dr. Murison by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Tale of the Sea by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Tale of Elsinore by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Tale of Christmas Eve by William Topaz McGonagall
- A Summary History of Lord Clive by William Topaz McGonagall
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.