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:
- Владимир Маяковский – Тресты
- Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All. by Walt Whitman
- In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad poem – A. E. Housman
- Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley:
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By night we linger’d on the lawn poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Британишский – Крылов и тверяки
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- T.A.H. poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ольга Ермолаева – Симферопольский скорый
- Николай Гумилев – Кармен худа, коричневатый
- Look not in my eyes, for fear poem – A. E. Housman
- Ballades V – Of His Choice Of A Sepulchre poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Camps of Green. by Walt Whitman
- To Mrs. Leonard on The Death of Her Husband by Phillis Wheatley
- Michelle Obama Tribute by Susan King Saunders
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
- Orlando Furioso Canto 9 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 8 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 7 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 6 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 5 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 4 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 3 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 24 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 23 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 22 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 21 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 20 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 2 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 19 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 18 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 17 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 16 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 15 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso Canto 14 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Orlando Furioso canto 13 by Ludovico Ariosto
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.