There were Roses in the hedges, and Sunshine in the sky,
Red Lilies in the sedges, where the water rippled by,
A thousand Bulbuls singing, oh, how jubilant they were,
And a thousand flowers flinging their sweetness on the air.
But you, who sat beside me, had a shadow in your eyes,
Their sadness seemed to chide me, when I gave you scant replies;
You asked “Did I remember?” and “When had I ceased to care?”
In vain you fanned the ember, for the love flame was not there.
“And so, since you are tired of me, you ask me to forget,
What is the use of caring, now that you no longer care?
When Love is dead his Memory can only bring regret,
But how can I forget you with the flowers in your hair?”
What use the scented Roses, or the azure of the sky?
They are sweet when Love reposes, but then he had to die.
What could I do in leaving you, but ask you to forget,–
I suffered, too, in grieving you; I all but loved you yet.
But half love is a treason, that no lover can forgive,
I had loved you for a season, I had no more to give.
You saw my passion faltered, for I could but let you see,
And it was not I that altered, but Fate that altered me.
And so, since I am tired of love, I ask you to forget,
What is the use you caring, now that I no longer care?
When Love is dead, his Memory can only bring regret;
Forget me, oh, forget me, and my flower-scented hair!

A few random poems:
- A New Song by Thomas Chatterton
- Владимир Вишневский – Она идёт – как Восток алеет
- Vernal Ode by William Wordsworth
- Song IX: Ho Ye Who Seek Saving by William Morris
- Владислав Крапивин – Тяжелый толчок и вспышка у глаз
- Love’s Harvest poem – Alfred Austin
- Афанасий Фет – Сад весь в цвету
- Colored Toys by Rabindranath Tagore
- Petals poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Generals by Shel Silverstein
- Kyrenaikos
- The Memorial poem – Alexander Pushkin
- One of the Lives by W. S. Merwin
- The Vrost by William Barnes
- The Princess (prologue) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson 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
- To Delia by William Cowper
- To A Young Friend, On His Arriving At Cambridge Wet, When No Rain Had Fallen There by William Cowper
- The Symptoms of Love by William Cowper
- The Silkworm by William Cowper
- The Secrets Of Divine Love Are To Be Kept by William Cowper
- The Rose by William Cowper
- The Perfect Sacrifice by William Cowper
- The Parrot by William Cowper
- The Lily And The Rose by William Cowper
- The Ice Palace by William Cowper
- The Distress’d Travellers; or, Labour in Vain by William Cowper
- Sunset And Sunrise (Translated From Owen) by William Cowper
- Strada’s Nightingale by William Cowper
- Sonnet To Henry Cowper, Esq. by William Cowper
- Sonnet To A Young Lady On Her Birth-Day by William Cowper
- Repose In God by William Cowper
- Pity For Poor Africans by William Cowper
- On The Queen’s Visit To London, The Night Of The 17th March 1789 by William Cowper
- On The Loss Of The “Royal George” by William Cowper
- On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean by William Cowper
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
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.