No; to what purpose should I speak?
No, wretched heart! swell till you break.
She cannot love me if she would;
And, to say truth, ’twere pity that she should.
No; to the grave thy sorrows bear;
As silent as they will be there:
Since that lov’d hand this mortal wound does give,
So handsomely the thing contrive,
That she may guiltless of it live;
So perish, that her killing thee
May a chance-medley,and no murder, be.
‘Tis nobler much for me, that I
By her beauty, not her anger, die:
This will look justly, and become
An execution; that, a martyrdom.
The censuring world will ne’er refrain
From judging men by thunder slain.
She must be angry, sure, if I should be
So bold to ask her to make me,
By being hers, happier than she!
I will not; ‘t is a milder fate
To fall by her not loving, than her hate.
And yet this death of mine, I fear,
Will ominous to her appear;
When, sound in every other part,
Her sacrifice is found without an heart;
For the last tempest of my death
Shall sigh out that too with my breath.
Then shall the world my noble ruin see,
Some pity and some envy me;
Then she herself, the mighty she,
Shall grace my funerals with this truth;
” ‘T was only Love destroy’d the gentle youth.”
A few random poems:
- I’m So Good That I Don’t Have To Brag by Shel Silverstein
- Rutland Gate
- Ольга Берггольц – Майя
- Boa Constrictor by Shel Silverstein
- Loud Silence by Preethi Saravanakumar
- Apology poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 06
- In The End by Sara Teasdale
- In the spring twilight by Sappho
- Aix In Provence by Robert Browning
- A song of living poem – Amelia Burr poems | Poems and Poetry
- Жан де Лафонтен – Ссора Собак с Кошками и Кошек с Мышами
- Владимир Высоцкий – За окном только вьюга, смотри
- Robert Burns: Kirk and State Excisemen:
- Степан Щипачев – За селом синел далекий лес
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
- Fault by Sara Teasdale
- Enough by Sara Teasdale
- Dust by Sara Teasdale
- Doubt by Sara Teasdale
- Did You Never Know? by Sara Teasdale
- Debt by Sara Teasdale
- Come by Sara Teasdale
- But Not To Me by Sara Teasdale
- Buried Love by Sara Teasdale
- Blue Squills by Sara Teasdale
- Because by Sara Teasdale
- Barter by Sara Teasdale
- At Midnight by Sara Teasdale
- Alone by Sara Teasdale
- After Parting by Sara Teasdale
- After Love by Sara Teasdale
- A November Night by Sara Teasdale
- A Cry by Sara Teasdale
- To Youth by Sarojini Naidu
- The Soul’s Prayer by Sarojini Naidu
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.