BOOK I (excerpt)
I sing the man who Judah’s sceptre bore
In that right hand which held the crook before;
Who from best poet, best of kings did grow;
The two chief gifts Heav’n could on man bestow.
Much danger first, much toil did he sustain,
Whilst Saul and Hell cross’d his strong fate in vain.
Nor did his crown less painful work afford;
Less exercise his patience, or his sword;
So long her conqueror fortunes spite pursued;
Till with unwearied virtue he subdued
All homebred malice, and all foreign boasts;
Their strength was armies, his the Lord of Hosts.
Thou, who didst David’s royal stem adorn,
And gav’st him birth from whom thy self wast born;
Who didst in triumph at death’s court appear,
And slew’st him with thy nails, thy cross and spear,
Whilst Hell’s black tyrant trembled to behold,
The glorious light he forfeited of old;
Who Heav’ns glad burden now, and justest pride,
Sit’st high enthron’d next thy great Father’s side,
(Where hallowed flames help to adorn that head
Which once the blushing thorns environed,
Till crimson drops of precious blood hung down
Like rubies to enrich thine humble crown.)
Even thou my breast with such blest rage inspire,
As mov’d the tuneful strings of David’s lyre,
Guide my bold steps with thine old travelling flame,
In these untrodden paths to sacred fame;
Lo, with pure hands thy heav’enly fires to take,
My well-chang’d Muse I a chaste vestal make!
From earth’s vain joys, and love’s soft witchcraft free,
I consecrate my Magdalene to thee!
Lo, this great work, a temple to thy praise,
On polish’d pillars of strong verse I raise!
A temple, where if thou vouchsafe to dwell,
It Solomon’s, and Herod’s shall excel.
Too long the Muses-land have heathen bin;
Their gods too long were devils, and virtues sin;
But thou, Eternal Word, has call’d forth me
Th’ apostle, to convert that world to thee;
T’ unbind the charms that in slight fables lie,
And teach that truth is purest poesy.
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A few random poems:
- Shot? So Quick, So Clean an Ending? poem – A. E. Housman
- Юнна Мориц – Балтийское лето
- Patterns poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Holy Mountain of Hope by Thomas Ziemer
- Шекспир – Разлука сердце делит пополам – Сонет 39
- The Mead A-Mow’d by William Barnes
- Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman
- The Banyan Tree by Rabindranath Tagore
- Аля Кудряшева – В этом городе птичий полет шелестит быстролистыми кленами
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Низами Гянджеви – Ради встречи с тобой я до края земли дошел
- In A Station Of The Metro poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Hyperion. Book I poem – John Keats poems
- Гавриил Державин – На выздоровление мецената
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не отдавайте в физики детей
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
- Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer’s Eve poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet III. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet II. To ****** poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet I. To My Brother George poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet: Before He Went poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress’d Our Plains poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paulo And Francesca poem – John Keats poems
- Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher’s Works poem – John Keats poems
- Song Of Four Faries poem – John Keats poems
- Song. I Had A Dove poem – John Keats poems
- Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly! poem – John Keats poems
- Sharing Eve’s Apple poem – John Keats poems
- Otho The Great – Act V poem – John Keats poems
- Otho The Great – Act IV poem – John Keats poems
- Otho The Great – Act III poem – John Keats 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.