Life’s a name
That nothing here can truly claim;
This wretched inn, where we scarce stay to bait,
We call our dwelling-place!
And mighty voyages we take,
And mighty journeys seem to make,
O’er sea and land, the little point that has no space.
Because we fight and battles gain,
Some captives call, and say, “the rest are slain”;
Because we heap up yellow earth, and so
Rich, valiant, wise, and virtuous seem to grow;
Because we draw a long nobility
From hieroglyphic proofs of heraldry-
We grow at last by Custom to believe,
That really we Live;
Whilst all these Shadows, that for Things we take,
Are but the empty Dreams which in Death’s sleep we make.
A few random poems:
- Nothing Stays Put poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Parted by Siegfried Sassoon
- What a Glow Everywhere I see – Aaj Rung Hai poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алишер Навои – Уже белеет голова
- At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The English Thus Began poem – John Milton poems
- Sonnet # 18 by Luis A. Estable
- Follow My Directions, Please: A Fun Christian Preschool Activity
- Collecting Milkweed by Satish Verma
- Depression Before Spring by Wallace Stevens
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Одиночество
- Companies See Mobile Games Development As a Profitable Business Option
- Sonnet To Henry Cowper, Esq. by William Cowper
- To His Dead Body by Siegfried Sassoon
- Ольга Берггольц – Так еще ни разу не забыла
- Portrait d’Une Femme poem – Ezra Pound poems
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
- Content Written Off Ithica poem – Alfred Austin
- Chi È? poem – Alfred Austin
- By The Fates poem – Alfred Austin
- Burns’s Statue At Irvine poem – Alfred Austin
- “Beyond the pasture’s withered bents ” poem – Alfred Austin
- Before, Behind, And Beyond poem – Alfred Austin
- “Because I failed, shall I asperse the End” poem – Alfred Austin
- At Vaucluse poem – Alfred Austin
- At The Lattice poem – Alfred Austin
- At The Gate Of The Convent poem – Alfred Austin
- At Shelley’s House At Lerici poem – Alfred Austin
- At Shelley’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- At San Giovanni Del Lago poem – Alfred Austin
- A Woman’s Apology poem – Alfred Austin
- A Wintry Picture poem – Alfred Austin
- A Wintry Picture (II) poem – Alfred Austin
- A Wild Rose poem – Alfred Austin
- A Voice From The West poem – Alfred Austin
- A Twilight Song poem – Alfred Austin
- A Tusculan Question poem – Alfred Austin
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.