A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
Heav’n from all creatures hides the book of fate,
All but the page prescrib’d, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:
Or who could suffer being here below?
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today,
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?
Pleas’d to the last, he crops the flow’ry food,
And licks the hand just rais’d to shed his blood.
Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv’n,
That each may fill the circle mark’d by Heav’n:
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurl’d,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.
What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,
But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor’d mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His soul, proud science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk, or milky way;
Yet simple nature to his hope has giv’n,
Behind the cloud topp’d hill, an humbler heav’n;
Some safer world in depth of woods embrac’d,
Some happier island in the wat’ry waste,
Where slaves once more their native land behold,
No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold.
To be, contents his natural desire,
He asks no angel’s wing, no seraph’s fire;
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky.

A few random poems:
- Алишер Навои – Уже белеет голова
- Степан Щипачев – Тебе
- Robert Burns: The Henpecked Husband:
- An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri by Thomas Chatterton
- The Terrible Abstractions by Vernon Scannell
- My mother was telling me by Vinko Kalinic
- A Garden, Written after the Civil Wars poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Нина Воронель – Бывает, что вещи меня ненавидят
- Николай Языков – А. Н. Вульфу (Нe называй меня поэтом)
- For The Anniversary Of My Death by W. S. Merwin
- Как небо сходится с водой
- Hoffer by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Динец – Над степью весенней
- A woman’s desire by Oriada Dajko
- Song—The Fall of the Leaf by Robert Burns
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
- Show It At The Beach by Shel Silverstein
- She’s My Ever Lovin’ Machine by Shel Silverstein
- Scum Of The Earth by Shel Silverstein
- Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out by Shel Silverstein
- Rosalie’s Good Eats Cafe by Shel Silverstein
- Rock ‘N’ Roll Band by Shel Silverstein
- Ring Of Grass by Shel Silverstein
- Recipe For A Hippopotamus Sandwich by Shel Silverstein
- Put Something In by Shel Silverstein
- Polly In A Porny by Shel Silverstein
- Point Of View by Shel Silverstein
- Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me by Shel Silverstein
- On The Way To The Bottom by Shel Silverstein
- Never Bite A Married Woman On The Thigh by Shel Silverstein
- My Mind Keeps Movin’ by Shel Silverstein
- Morgan’s Curse by Shel Silverstein
- Melinda Mae by Shel Silverstein
- Mama I’ll Sing One For You by Shel Silverstein
- Makin’ It Natural by Shel Silverstein
- Lookin’ For Myself by Shel Silverstein
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)
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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