All the wild waves rock’d in shadow,
And the world was dim and grey,
Dark and silent, hush’d and breathless,
Waiting calmly for the day.
And the golden light came stealing
O’er the mountain-tops at last-
Flooding vale and wood and upland,-
It was morning-night was past.
There they lay-the silvery waters,
Fruitful forests, glade and lawn;-
All in beauty, new-created
By the angel of the dawn.
*
So my spirit slept in twilight;-
All was quiet, grey, and still,
Till the dawn of Love came stealing,
Over Hope’s snow-crested hill.
Then the dim world woke in glory,
And the iris-dyes grew bright
On the waves and woods and valleys,
In a morning flood of light.
Ah! the vineyards and the gardens!-
Ah! the treasures, rich and rare,
Full of endless life and beauty,
Which that dawn created there!
A few random poems:
- Владимир Маяковский – Нынче бар в России нет… (Главполитпросвет №37)
- The Ballad of East and West by Rudyard Kipling
- Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight by William Wordsworth
- Федор Сологуб – Тепло мне потому, что мой уютный дом
- Harry Ploughman poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Soldier an’ Sailor Too by Rudyard Kipling
- An Autumn Homily poem – Alfred Austin
- Awed by her splendor by Sappho
- Prairie-Grass Dividing, The. by Walt Whitman
- The Lesson by Maya Angelou
- Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-borow poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: On Her Recovery
- Hare-hunting by William Somervile
- Nature And the Book poem – Alfred Austin
- Низами Гянджеви – Я бросил молодость в пожар моей любви
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 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame 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

Ada Cambridge (1844 – 1926), also known as Ada Cross, was an English-born Australian author and poetess. She wrote more than 25 works of fiction, three volumes of poetry and two autobiographical works.