A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
Begone, ye Critics, and restrain your spite,
Codrus writes on, and will for ever write,
The heaviest Muse the swiftest course has gone,
As clocks run fastest when most lead is on;
What tho’ no bees around your cradle flew,
Nor on your lips distill’d their golden dew;
Yet have we oft discover’d in their stead
When you, like Orpheus, strike the warbling lyre.
Attentive blocks stand round you and admire.
Wit pass’d through thee no longer is the same,
As meat digested takes a diff’rent name;
But sense must sure thy safest plunder be,
Since no reprisals can be made on thee.
Thus thou may’st rise, and in thy daring flight
(Though ne’er so weighty) reach a wondrous height.
So, forced from engines, lead itself can fly,
Sure Bavius copied Maevius to the full,
And Chaerilus taught Codrus to be dull;
Therefore, dear friend, at my advice give o’er
This needless labour; and contend no more
To prove a dull succession to be true,
Since ’tis enough we find it so in you.
A few random poems:
- After by William Ernest Henley
- To S.M., A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works by Phillis Wheatley
- Sonnet CXLII by William Shakespeare
- To share by Victor A. Bueno M.
- Put Something In by Shel Silverstein
- Scum Of The Earth by Shel Silverstein
- Argus poem – Alexander Pope
- Love Dale by Preeth Nambiar
- Praise O’ Do’set by William Barnes
- A Fleeting Passion by William Henry Davies
- Homing by Satish Verma
- Иван Дмитриев – Шарлатан
- The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- I saw a man pursuing the horizon by Stephen Crane
- Ольга Седакова – Липа
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
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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
