I, who of lighter love wrote many a verse,
Made public never words inspired by thee,
Lest strangers’ lips should carelessly rehearse
Things that were sacred and too dear to me.
Thy soul was noble; through these fifteen years
Mine eyes familiar, found no fleck nor flaw,
Stern to thyself, thy comrades’ faults and fears
Proved generously thine only law.
Small joy was I to thee; before we met
Sorrow had left thee all too sad to save.
Useless my love–as vain as this regret
That pours my hopeless life across thy grave.
A few random poems:
- Flight To Nature by William Gilmore Simms
- A Domestic Dialogue by Mike Yuan
- Words – “My only friends forever” by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
- Each small gleam was a voice, by Stephen Crane
- Faces by Satish Verma
- Morning-Glory by Siegfried Sassoon
- Sonnet 134: So, now I have confessed that he is thine by William Shakespeare
- Book Second [School-Time Continued] by William Wordsworth
- Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand
- Sealed Appropriate
- How Much Earth by Philip Levine
- Binsey Poplars poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- In Imitation of Spenser : The Alley poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня из радиоспектакля “Зелёный фургон”
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
- Robert Burns: Scroggam, My Dearie:
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.